Pi R Squared.

Discourage-Encourage= Courage.

Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed.

Yep.

Bring it on. Give it your best shot. Fire away.

The perimeter and the diameter of a circular sphere.

Is a circle.

Round and round and round it goes. Where it stops.

Nobody knows.

”We become brave by doing brave acts.” Aristotle wrote in the Nicomachean Ethics. Further, dispositions of character, virtues and vices (🍻🍷🍸🍹🥂🍾🥃🍶☕️🍵🧉) are progressively fixed in us through practice.(wjb)

Practice makes perfect.

Further. “By being habituated to despise things that are terrible and to stand our ground against them we become brave, and it is when we have become so that we shall be most able to stand our ground against them.”🙂

Yep. Bring it on. Give it your best shot. Fire away.

Practice makes perfect.

Cap is the closure of able on capable.

Bravery is not to be confused with cowardice. “The brave person is not the one who is never afraid. The coward, on the other hand, the one who characteristically lacks confidence and is disposed to be overly fearful, may yet be susceptible to the ENCOURAGEMT of example.” (wjb)

Practice makes perfect.

Steel the will to take intelligent action. We need, NEED wisdom—of the wisdom of a wise leader—to give our courage determinate form, to give it intelligent directions.

The moral compass is precise. As precise as is His direction for our life journey.

Prescription: RX: Get the potatoes out of your ears.🙂🥔🍠

The scales of Justice. Justice. Lady Justice. Now hang in the balance. The balance of all things good and true and right and good.

The Wee Wee Woman,

Re told by James H.Van Sickle and Wilhelmina Seegmiller

Once upon a time, there was a wee wee woman, who lived in a wee wee house.

One night, when she was in her wee wee bed, she heard a noise!

So she crept out of her bed and lighted her wee wee candle.

She looked under her wee bed. She looked under her wee wee table. She looked under her wee wee chair.

There was nothing there.

So she blew out her wee wee candle and crept back into her wee wee bed.

The wee wee woman closed her eyes. She was just going to sleep, when—she heard a noise!

So she crept out of her wee wee bed and lighted her wee wee candle and crept down her wee wee stairs.

She went into her wee wee sitting room. She looked under her wee wee table. She looked under her wee wee chairs.

There was nothing there.

So she crept up her wee wee stairs. She blew out her wee wee Andre. She crept into her wee wee bed.

The wee wee woman closed her eyes. She was just going to sleep, when—she heard a noise!

She crept out of bed. She lighted her candle. She crept down stairs. She went into her wee wee dining room. She crept to the table. She lifted the cloth. She peeped under. And out popped—BOO! (wjb)

Well, well, said the wee wee woman, think of that! To be frightened by nothing but boo!👻

When it comes to things that go “bump” in the night, save the knees, on the way to the loo…..We are reminded He guides our steps always. When we are creeping along in the night, when we boldly walk in the light, where no one man has gone.

Reactions have consequences.

Things that go “bump” in the night.

Go bump in the night.

The light of day is waiting in the wings of our courage and disingenuous interactions of “didn’t see it coming.”

Simply ask Jack. The beanstalk. The bravery he showed when the chips were down and the shelves were

bare naked.

Courage. Leads upward. Sooner or later, we are required to climb our own beanstalks and leave the food fights for the cafeteria and buffet lines of never ending sneeze bars and dirty handles.

”Nibble, nibble, like a mouse.”

WHO is nibbling at my house.?

The story of Hansel and Gretel mimics the cat and mouse games of mice eating, mice. Chewing on the wallpaper because the flowers have become too “loud.”

Hansel ate a piece of the roof. Gretel ate a piece of the window. There was no salt in sight.

Real bravery lies in deeds, not words. (wjb)

”Teddy Roosevelt said that “far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” (wjb)

aka/Negate the killjoy.

A mighty heart reaches high. As Jack climbed the beanstalk in search of light. Knock, knock, knock in’ on heaven’s door…..

Be daring. Be delightful. Be courageous.

Doors of Daring. By Henry van Dyke

Barriers are invitations to courage.

The mountains that I close the vale

With walls of granite, steep and high,

Invite the fearless for to scale,

Their stairway to the sky.

The restless, deep, dividing sea

That flows and foams from shore to shore,

Calls to its sunburned chivalry,

”Push out, set sail, explore!”

The bars of life at which we fret,

That seem to prison and control,

Are but the doors of daring, set

Ajar before the soul.

Ajar before the soul.

Say not, “Too poor,” but freely give;

Sigh not, “Too weak,” but boldly try;

You never can begin to live

Until you dare to die.

Circular nonsense is just that. Nonsense. The goals posts are moved not by the ball, but by the human. In order to lessen the lesson. Re-drawl of the lines in the distance do on,y one thing. Promote unnecessary pride, doom and gloom lessening the lines of strength and the climb it takes to know one another. Takes one to know one?

No.

It takes one to stand. The ground. Take a risk. Make a move. The world may be watching. Maybe not. Intentions have a way of leading us in the right direction, moral compass in the palm of our hand—same place He holds us.

In the palm of His hand. With strength and guidance of beanstalk climbing strength. It takes a lot of courage to reach up and out. A lot.

Give me liberty or give me death?

Words uttered by courageous men before us. Facing down dire consequences and yet, still willing to fight the good fight—moral compass in the palm of hand. Who will win in the end?

God Only Knows.