Courage

Lately, this column has touched on understanding, thankfulness and faith, which like all virtues are included in the chief virtue: courage. One of the most courageous persons I have ever known was my Italian grandmother, whom we called Nona. Transitioning from her native tongue to English was difficult, and there were certain words she never pronounced properly. One was “try”; her pronunciation was “tly.” And tly she would. The noble lady was fearless in the face of adversity. Even toward the end of her long life, when she had shrunk in stature to a few inches over four feet, and had lost her beloved husband Pete, she insisted on living alone and caring for herself. Trying to talk her out of doing something she had set her mind to was futile. Always, she said the same thing: “I tly.”

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