““I despaired for a while during the rail journey-how did one deal with such ingrained cowardice? Then I realized that there is no such thing as courage in the absence of cowardice. Courage is also a choice: It’s what happens when one refuses to give in to fear.” She rested her head against the bedpost and gazed at him. “Your trust gives me courage.” He understood her perfectly. “And your courage gives me faith.” She smiled a little. “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” he answered without any hesitation. “Then trust me when I say that we will be all right.” He trusted her. And he knew then that they would be all right, the two of them. Together.””
