Zionsville Times Sentinel
---- — For a variety of reasons, I have been thinking lately a lot about courage. When I was little, courage meant doing something big and scary and dangerous like jumping out of a plane, catching bad guys or killing spiders. I believed my dad was courageous, but I didn’t really think the rest of my family had it in them. Then I saw “The Wizard of Oz” on television and decided that, like the cowardly lion, courage might be attainable for all of us. I still had no idea what courage was, really, but I was determined that we all should have it. With my limited understanding, I got out my little hand-cranked sewing machine and started turning out bags of courage for my loved ones. What is a bag of courage? It is a scrap of fabric made into roughly a square or rectangle and stuffed with all the love and facial tissue it can hold. I was probably about 8 or 9 years old, so my bags of courage were pretty crude, but my family all acted like they loved them. See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.