A change of pace tonight. After watching an ABC program on abuse of the disabled, and the people who spoke out about it – with great risk to their own reputations and livelihood – I was struck by how courageous they were. I have attempted to capture my thoughts in a poem.

What is this thing, courage?
Why are some driven to act or speak out
Against injustice or unfairness or
Your garden variety, good, old-fashioned evil?
Is courage a light buried deep inside
That cannot be extinguished
Despite likely harm to self?
Why do some have this light,
This courage thing, and not others?
This light that causes the bearer immense
Pain and suffering and discomfort
And which cannot be unlit once ignited.
This thing, courage.
Why do some have it,
And others not?

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