Any of us can indulge in self-congratulatory fantasies about how courageous we will be when crisis hits. It is only when actually faced with danger -- a charging elephant, enemy fire, a blind date gone awry -- that we can truly know of what substance we are made. Hero or coward, (wo)man or mouse?
Having now survived a laser beam trained on my legs and pink parts, I can now walk a little taller, knowing how courageous I am. Braver, smoother . . . poorer.