This was the verse tattooed inside a cross on a rider’s back yesterday.
I have gotten very good advice on doing the big kicker from him, but I have been too scared to take it.
What you did yesterday was a triumph. I could tell by your face you did not think so, but I know it was.
Because I fear the fall and I fear the hurt and I fear the scrutiny and you have left me no alternative but to face those fears.
It is so easy to be a coward. I know because I am.
But to be brave? But to risk yourself? Especially in front of others?
That takes such beautiful courage.
And quite frankly it teaches others to be brave as well.
There are no words for that kind of triumph. Trust me. I am an old woman. I know.