Bambi -

Then came Friend. That’s what Bambi called the young prince of the meadow—a tall, awkward yearling with velvet horns and a laugh like snapping twigs. “You’re all knees and no courage,” Friend teased, as they raced across a sun-drenched field. But Friend was wrong about the courage. Courage was still sleeping, curled somewhere deep in Bambi’s chest like a hibernating bear.

But Bambi knew the truth: kindness is not the world’s default. It is a choice you make, every dawn, to stand up anyway. Then came Friend

For the first time since the bang, Bambi stepped forward—not away. He walked into the open, where the hunters could see. He walked because running had saved his body, but staying had saved his soul. He lowered his head, not in submission, but in a promise. But Friend was wrong about the courage