It has been almost 3 weeks since I broke my legs. It is a definite inconvenience. I have been thinking a lot though. I never cried, not in the ambulance or the emergency room, or after surgery. I swore a purple streak though. I lost track of how many times people said I was brave. The day after I returned home I saw a plaque which read “bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” People can project the emotions they want others to see.My disability makes me appear more vulnerable then most people any way I was not going to make that misconception stronger by crying. There is also a phrase, “fake it until you make it.”Sometimes bravery is just good acting.