Not all of us have a defining moment in life. That moment when we are asked to do the right thing, speak up, act right, stand tall, be brave. I often wonder, if faced with such a situation, how would I behave?
My family owned slaves. Would I have had the guts to know everyone is created equal and to stand against slavery?
I fear, in the darkest part of my heart, that I would be a coward, a sheep. I don’t know that I have the bravery to be the person of character that I would like to be.