We get quiet when others cry, Mary Little Cross whispered decades ago. It’s like lighting candles on an altar; it’s the way we send our prayers. The Bear Don’t Walk kids were boarding our school bus a few days after their mother had died while painting the ceiling in their kitchen.
I feel quiet. In the wake of Japan’s disasters, everything I have to say is small.
I wondered if Hewhofliesplanes would be flying rescue in Japan the way he did in Indonesia a few years ago. In the middle of wondering, my cell phone rang. He was calling to say he was involved in a different mission and so he’d not be in Japan.
Where would they, how would they find the courage they will need to recover? How would any of us? Whenever Plane-flyer and I visit the subject of courage comes up. Mostly we were quiet, but then he shared this quote with me:
“Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.” -Amelia Earhart
Photo courtesy of Nadine Hergenrider.