20 seconds.

"Life only requires 20 seconds of insane courage." This quote/paraphrase came from a movie, We Bought a Zoo, I watched this past weekend. These simple words have become the lens I look through when I view life these past few days.
If I had insane courage for 20 seconds, how would my life look different?
Honestly, that scares me. And that tells me I am a wuss. I am comfortable. I have a roof over my head. Food in the cupboard. Clothes in the closet. Shamefully, a bit too many, compliments of Goodwill and friends who pass on their hand me downs. Money to pay the bills. Paycheck to paycheck. I am employed that provides insurance. I own an accessible van that enables me to get from point A to point B in my power chair. A wonderful service dog by my side 24/7 to offer assistance with the challenges of this disability. I am able to enjoy my retired service dog after she worked faithfully for 10 years. My family is close by and very supportive. All of them. I live in an extremely happy town. People are friendly.
Seriously, what is my problem?
I read this list and wonder why I feel like I am taking up space in this world. I am disheartened by my inability to make a difference in this life. My drive for comfort and not courage. It's sickening. Sad. Lonely. And certainly depressing.
"Life only requires 20 seconds of insane courage."
In 20 seconds my life could be very different.

This photo screams courage and the fight for a cure for FA.

 I can't give up.