I walked into the room. my mouth was dry, but I hadn't wanted to run all the way back to the hangout room to grab my water bottle.
I smiled my little nervous smile and walked to the judge's table. I picked up three slips of paper and walked to the table in the back of the small room.
I looked at the slips. Three words. I read all three. I immediately flipped two of them face down. I don't even remember what they said.
I knew what I wanted to speak on.
Bravery.
I'd been struggling for a long time with courage. I'd been asking myself over and over? What is courage? How can I be brave?
I'd come to a conclusion. Courage isn't being invincible or fearless. No.
So what is courage?
To be brave is be fearful. terrified of something...but doing it anyway.
Because someone who is fearless or invincible...that's not true bravery. Superman isn't brave. People are brave. Everyday we see courage. Sometimes courage is just getting out of bed, putting on a smile, and saying, "Today will be better."
That is true bravery, and I wanted tell the four people sitting in front of me that.
So I stood up, put two of the slips of paper back on the judge's table, smiled, and asked, "Is everybody ready?"
