I am stirred by the thought of chivalry. A devotion to ideals beyond our own self-interest is man's dominant quest. I think of Cervantes' immortal hero Don Quixote and his aria, "One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this." The fabled knight's passionate outcry defines chivalry as most idyllic.
Don Quixote's battle with windmills throughout the Spanish countryside of Medieval Europe was a simple metaphor in his attempt to right all wrongs. Life is often a series of serendipitous happenstance that unexpectedly provides challenge and a chance to define just who we are. T.E. Lawrence explains this as, "A chance to be great."
Last week a simple and downtrodden homeless man, Gustus Bozarth, had a moment in the sun because of a chivalrous act. Are you familiar with the story?