One of my gym teachers decided to riff as we were putting away the mats and chairs. “Have you ever thought that Fight and Flight are not the only two options?” He paused. “There’s also hiding.”
“Some people don’t need to hide,” I said.
“Camouflage is a choice,” he replied.
That wasn’t what I meant. But at the time I couldn’t think of the words.
I didn’t think of them until later when my daughter decided to tell me how angry she is with me – basically for being me.
Then I knew the word I meant was Compassion.