This is not an easy topic to write about because courage is so difficult to define. Like love, we all know what it is but we can’t define it. We all know courage when we see it but that is about all.
Courage has no boundaries; courage has no limitations; courage knows no gender; courage knows no age limit. And above all courage is not uniquely human. All creatures display courage in their own way and I think that is wonderful.
All mothers, well generally, all mothers – from all animate life forms - will defend their young and even die in the process. But of course courage is normally associated with bravery – generally in a military situation. This however is not always the case.
Somehow, somewhere over the years I acquired a little book called “Courage”. It is actually a verbatim record of J. M. Barrie’s 1922 inaugural speech when he was appointed Rector of the University of St Andrews, in Scotland. Barrie was a novelist and playwright who authored “Peter Pan and Wendy” amongst many others.
In this little book, “Courage”, Barrie is recorded as speaking about Capt. Robert Falcon Scott (Scott of the Antarctic) and that tragic if glorious failure to reach the South Pole first. But it was the courage of Captain Laurence (Titus) Oates, an ex-military man, and part of Scott’s sledge team that I find very moving. Oates had badly frostbitten feet that became gangrenous, causing him pain and discomfort. He realized that he was holding back their return to base, being unable to assist in pulling the sledge. So one day he informed his companions (in words that are etched in history), “I’m just going outside. I maybe some time.” He walked out of the tent into a -40C blizzard and was never seen again.
That is courage!
Then, for me, there is a more personal example of courage. My wife, Magucha, had been ill with renal failure since before I met her. But she never, ever, complained. She never asked, “Why me?” That was never her way. For most of the 36yrs of our marriage she was in and out of hospital, more times that I can remember, and everyday she had to take a fist full of medications. These kept her alive and gave her some quality of life, but in the end the accumulation of the significant side-effects of these medications was the cause of the acute pancreatitis that was too much for her little body to bear and she died five weeks later of general organ failure.
That too, is courage!
As always I find that poetry expresses in very few words what takes me a whole page to express. I offer this in memory of Magucha and all courageous people:
Finis Exoptatus (a rough translation “Desired End”)
Question not, but live and labour
Till yon goal be won,
Helping every feeble neighbour,
Seeking help from none;
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
KINDNESS in another’s trouble,
COURAGE in your own.
Adam Lindsay Gordon
Born: October 19, 1833, Faial Island, Portugal
Died: June 24, 1870, Brighton
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