One particularly powerful example of my dad’s courage occurred when I was around 7 years old. The whole family was sitting at the dinner table when there was a loud knock at the door. We had a lovely door-bell, but as I recall, the unexpected visitor banged on the door rather than press the bell. I remember being instantly alarmed. My dad went to the door while the rest of us remained at the table. I could hear his voice and another man’s. Normally my dad would immediately invite people in, but this time I heard him go out. The other man’s voice sounded angry and my dad’s sounded urgent.
I ran upstairs and watched out a bedroom window. I could see the man and my dad. Dad had taken the conversation to the front curb near the man’s car. The other man had a gun! It was a big gun; I think it was a shot-gun or rifle. Learning later who it was, I imagine it was a gun the man would have used for hunting. The angry man was yelling at my dad and initially pointing the gun at him!
I knew instinctively that my dad’s body posture was oriented to calming and consoling the man. It looked like my dad had spread his arms out as if to show he had nothing with him. After a while, the man lowered his gun, and dad reached out to him, maybe to take his hand. I couldn’t hear or understand what they were talking about, but I could tell that my dad was showing the man great understanding. Eventually the man put his gun down completely and my dad hugged him. The man was crying. I learned later that the man’s wife had been a patient of my dad’s. The wife had died and the man blamed my dad. She had some sort of cancer, and in those days there weren’t the cures or treatments we have today.
As I watched from the window, I saw the man drive away. My dad watched him drive away. Then I heard my dad come back inside and I ran downstairs. My dad looked very alert yet completely worn out. He came back to the table and we all finished our dinner. I don’t remember how much my dad explained to all of us then and how much I learned at a later time, but I know I didn’t tell anyone at the time what I had witnessed through the window upstairs. In fact, I don’t think I talked with my dad about that until decades later. I do know though that at the time I believed my dad had saved his family from the angry man with a gun by taking all the risk on himself. I can’t over-state the enduring power for me of my dad’s example of heroic courage that day.