I am in awe of a woman named Harriet Tubman. She received a head injury when one of the overseers became irate and threw a heavy weight which hit her in the head. This led to dizziness, pain, and hypersomnia that lasted the remainder of her life. She put her life in such danger to help so many of her fellow humans escape to freedom, in spite of these injuries. She fought the obstacles of nature and the power of a horrendous system. Night after night she would take the people walk through treacherous landscapes, battle risks of disease and exhaustion, and face the clutches of death. I recently went hiking in areas that like the ones she led these people through. The bodies of water and the land, the insects and other wildlife. I looked around and thought about going there at night. Would I be brave enough to do that? Would I be skilled enough to know where to go safely. Was there even safety? She freed more than 70 people and went on to continue her work. She worked for the Union army, first as a cook, then a nurse, and then became a spy and the first woman to lead an armed expedition in the war. To be able to do all that and face all of those struggles, you must have a level of hope that far exceeds what most people can comprehend.