A wonderful story about courage from a friend on FB
Posted with his permission:
In preparing for our confirmation class this weekend on courage, I found myself thinking of a boy I went to junior high and high school with named Carl.
He was a year behind me, a swimmer and a jock. When I was in my early teens, we rode a bus together, and I was mercilessly bullied. Whether the bullies knew or sensed I was gay, I can't know -- I just know they made my life hell. And while people who know me now may be surprised by this, I was very timid and way too terrified to fight or push back, thinking it would just draw more attention to me.
Carl stood up for me. He would talk with me about standing up for myself; he would tell others to back off. And while I can't remember much of what I did last year -- or last month -- I still remember him vividly, even though we weren't really friends. He was just a very good and decent young man who stood up for others.
So, two days ago, I searched on line and found a man by his name, around the right age, still living near where we grew up, and I called and left a message. How weird, eh?
He called back last night, and I thanked him. He didn't remember this, of course; I don't think he remembered me. But I thanked him for trying to help, for giving me hope, for not making me feel as alone. I thanked him for being brave and good.
And I told him that when I grow up, I want to be like him.