Everyone has their own source of confidence. Some walk, speak, and move with effortless ease as though the world itself applauds their every step. Their confidence often comes from something tangible, perhaps a talent they’ve mastered, a skill they’ve refined, or a beauty they’ve embraced. Others find confidence in their humor or charm, some in their voices or crafts. Those who excel in school tend to teach with authority. The athlete moves boldly because their body remembers victory. The artist stands tall because creation has become their companion. They do not seem to hide behind their insecurities because they have something that backs them up; something that shines. 

An older woman pulled me to the side one day, and without hesitation, began pouring out her life story. What caught my attention was her battle with breast cancer. How ironic, I thought, that she shared this during Breast Cancer Awareness month. She was a lady worn out by time, struggling with dementia, yet when she spoke of her illness, her voice was bold and defiant. She told me how, with great resolve, she booked her appointments with her doctor and agreed to have her breast removed. “They chopped it off,” she said bluntly, her tone a mix of relief and bitterness. The cancer was gone.