Once, when I was driving to play a symphony concert at Harper College in Palatine, Illinois, a large Canada goose walked out in front of my car on the college’s access road. The big goose stood there in the middle of the road for quite a while, just staring at me. I didn’t want to hit him, and I certainly didn’t want to get out of the car to approach him. I’ve been chased and bitten by a goose before, and it hurt!
I honked my car horn at him. He honked back at me. I honked again. He honked again. This went on for several minutes. He would not move. I decided I might as well give up because there was nowhere I could go and nothing I could do. I stopped honking and just sat in the car, watching the goose and worrying about whether I would make it to the concert on time.
After about 5 or 6 minutes, with his eye still on me and my car, Mr. goose retreated a few steps back to the side of the road. There, waiting in the bushes, was his mate. While I waited in the car, to my amazement, he gallantly and fearlessly escorted her across the road to the pond on the other side of the access road. When I could catch my breath after this awesome experience, I proceeded to the concert hall and made it barely on time.
What I learned is, no matter how small I am, with patience, courage and clear purpose, I too might be able to stand off those with more power than I. Who knows what kind of difference I can make if I can be brave enough?