“No, did you happen to get his name?” you inquire. No, it’s a shame, I feel like I knew him better than most. Yet I never asked for his name. I remember that day clearly, though. He walked in with an army uniform, and strong stature. Resting his black shiny military boots on the ottoman, his feet facing the door. He was a …show more content…
You are an abandoner and a friend, a coward and a stalwart. The ruling of a person can not be judged on a single action but many. That is, why you are both.” I responded to him. As these words left my mouth I began to pull off the cutters gown. He stood before me, he nodded and proceeded to the door. As he opened the door to leave he smiled accepting my reply and leaving. I never saw that man again. That my good sir is when I learned that the opposite of strength is not weakness, but indifference. The indifference of who rules over you, what ideology you follow, who you believe in. Caring and strength are staying to your convictions. Weakness is a transition to indifference. Surviving a war is not the same as strength. Dying in a war for your country is not strength. True strength is staying to your values no matter the amount of manipulation that