Her eyes were averted from the audience.
"I'm very nervous," said a tiny voice.
We are in an abuse prevention training session for people with disabilities. The audience is made up of both people with disabilities and care providers who had come to learn how to teach the class. It was well into the class. It was the first time she had come forward. She stood beside me terrified. I whispered to her, "It takes a lot of courage to get up in front of people."
She did well.
She was applauded.
I whispered, "Would you like to do another one?"
And my heart soared. She was fighting her fear and winning. She was taking ground, and holding it. She was grabbing control, and not letting it slip away.
In front of me.
That morning I got up and realized that I still wasn't well. I knew that this particular cold and cough was taking people out for two weeks at a time. I was only 6 days in. I got dressed wishing I was staying in bed. I ate breakfast wishing that I could go back to bed. Rolling out the door, I wanted to roll back in.
Not any more.
I felt better as the day went on and as the class progressed. I found myself focusing on what I was doing, not how I was feeling.
I can't always rise out of a sick bed to do this ... but I could this time.
And I'm glad I did.
Because I saw a hand that trembled become one that didn't.
One of the seven wonders of our inner world.