Some people see Bravery as an a great action like fighting lions or climbing mountains. This type of bravery gets all the glory. Awards and recognition, all my dad ever gets is the Best Dad ribbon bought from Wal-Mart. And so this is my definition of bravery. Bravery is raising 6 kids successfully. Never once raising a fist as I know we all want to at times. Bravery is changing each and every single diaper and always doing the dishes when every one else is too lazy. Bravery is coming off of a grave yard shift to sort the recycling and garbage, then later on waking up at 7 to drive us too school. Bravery is telling me I deserve to play a sport when he deserves everything in the world and never once gets it. Bravery is saying all you ever want for your birthday is a new frying pan to replace the broken one. Bravery is most definitely being our Daddy. Sure it’s not the regular bravery that gets all the glory or looks great on paper. But his is real bravery. The Bravery to wake up each and every morning and do it all over again. So the real definition of bravery: My Daddy.