There are two kinds of strength.
The first is outer strength. It’s more visible, tangible, measurable. It is bulging muscles, six pack abs, and grunts, exemplified by football players, wrestlers, and body builders. This kind of strength is admired, coveted, rewarded and praised.
Then, there is inner strength. You can’t always see it and it’s difficult to measure. It is courage, perseverance, and faith, exemplified by a widow or widower who chooses to keep on living after their spouse is gone, or someone who is facing cancer and refuses to let it win. Inner strength is also admired and coveted, but not as often as it should be.
Perhaps, the World’s Strongest Man shouldn’t be the guy who can drag a truck up a hill, but instead the one who was told he would never walk again and finally takes his first step. Strength is more than rippling biceps. The people I admire may not be able to bench press their own weight, but they have faced adversity and overcome obstacles, and for that reason, they are even stronger.
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