A story about Courage

Please write an essay about the courage you show every day. I'll start with mine:

Everyday I am blessed that I don't smack the shit out of people that I hate. For me, that takes courage. Not ramming my fist in their general middle region, and sodomizing them with my left hand nuckle is something very real and true, and isn't that what courage is all about? When I got escorted out of the library last week by community college security guards for yelling at a librarian who asked me (quite rudely, may I add!) to get off of my cell phone, that was courage, in a way. But I think real courage should not come at the cost of your voting rights. Afterall, if you become a felon, you'll never get a job. It's not as bad as being a child molester, but not much better than being a truck driver. You all want your chili hot. Last year I convinced myself that I had AIDS, and then gained 80lbs. pondering it. A couple of weeks ago, I got my negative test results back and I felt like a real tool. That was the same week I spent 900 dollars on Ryonce. But I'm getting thinner now, and that's what's important.