What Colour, Courage?

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing a man who risked his life to save four children whom he barely knew.
Courage is not what you say but what you do.
This 37-year-old welder had so much of courage and so little fear that he entered a burning house 3 times to save four children.
He didn’t know where the children were.
The house was burning.
The heat scorched his skin, made his eyes smart. He never even thought of covering his head or face with anything before running into the house.
He groped blindly for any human form while the mother grew hysterical as the minutes ticked by and the flames licked the room.
One by one, he rescued the children, all unconscious and all extremely fortunate to have a courageous friend like him.
When I asked if he felt fear, he was almost too shy to reply. He was super-tanned from working under the sun, and his face glistened with sweat but he never faltered.
He said he didn’t have time to be afraid.
There was no time to be scared.
He knew he needed to save the children and do it fast.
What colour, courage, indeed?

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