I find quiet courage very beautiful. I believe the world is full of ordinary people who quietly get up for another day, intent on trying to do their best, even though they may be tired, lonely or afraid.
I smiled at an old man in Sainsbury's a while back and he came up to me and told me I looked like a rainbow in his day (admittedly I was donning a pink coat and carrying a red bag). He said it meant a lot to him that I'd given him a smile. (He also said that if he was 20 or 30 years younger he'd be all over me like a rash, but I don't want to sully a heart-warming moment with that part of the conversation.)
He told me he was 87 and he lived alone. He made me laugh, he was so full of fun and kindness. He had a basket with a small bottle of milk, a tin of soup and a loaf in it. A lovely man who was keeping on keeping on. I hope that if I have the good fortune to hit 87, I'm still smiling, flirting and keeping on keeping on.