I have been truly blessed in this life to have a handful of very different people that I am fortunate enough to call friend. These people vary in age, sex, religion, race and level of closeness to me at different times in my life. Some of them are very present in each and every day, while others have come and gone and resurfaced again throughout my life. But, each of these people knows exactly who they are and each of them knows just how special they are to me.
One of these dear friends never ceases to amaze me. She’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside and she always has a kind word for any who cross her path. Sadly, I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like to anymore, but thanks to Facebook, we manage to keep in touch. I happened upon something that she had posted and I found the hair on the back of my neck standing up and full body chills overcoming me as I read. It wasn’t something that a lot of people want to talk about. It wasn’t something cute or funny. It wasn’t something silly or stupid. It was something very serious and very real, especially to her. It was a very controversial topic and something that she stands firm about. She doesn’t make any bones about how she feels about this particular subject and she doesn’t apologize for how she feels.
But, and this is what sets her apart from a lot of other people out there, including myself sometimes, she was classy in the way she handled the opinions of others who vehemently disagreed with her position on the subject. She didn’t discount what others had to say about the topic and she countered each and every comment with what seemed to be well thought out responses. But, she never lost her cool or her integrity in the way she handled what I’m sure was a very delicate subject for her.
I added my two cents into the conversation and threw my opinion into the mix, too. But I didn’t think that was enough. After reading her responses reminding others that in our great country, we can all agree to disagree, and that’s ok, I was compelled to comment again. I made sure to tell her just how classy I thought she is and that I am so impressed with the way she handled herself. I also told her that I wanna be just like her when I grown up.
So, it got me thinking. Do I have the courage of my convictions? Do you? Would we be willing to not only stand up for what we believe in, but also allow others to disagree with our point of view and still maintain our integrity?
I’m still working on it. But, I’d like to think I’m getting there.