What does it mean to be Korageous?
I can only answer that question by telling you about my friend Kormasa Amos. I have known Kormasa for ten years now. We met at a dance event at church. One of Kormasa’s many treasures is her gift of dance. The night I first met Kormasa, she was dancing, like a woman warrior fighting for her voice, and her freedom to life. She captivated me with the story she displayed through movement. There was a moment that night when Kormasa was at the alter in complete stillness and surrender. I remember a minister praying for her as I danced around her waving a worship flag over her.
It was that moment in time that connected us to this day. I often go back in my mind to that night and wonder how symbolic her dance of freedom was, and it wasn’t till recently that I realized her dance was my own, and several others that night. She was the brave one in the crowd that dared to fight in a public forum for her voice and her life. And that has been the most admiring aspect of my dearest sister, her capacity to rise again, despite life’s circumstances, challenges, and setbacks. Her ability to speak her truth no matter how ugly or fragmented it may be. But most importantly, her persistence in believing that there is so much more life she has yet to live.
On several occasions over the years, Kormasa helped me to breathe in air when I felt my world was crumbling, like the night when we first met, she would wave a worship flag over me, assisting me to my breakthrough. I would be remiss to not do what I can to assist her with the post-operative finances associated with surgery for her Double Lung Transplant. Please consider contributing to a beautiful soul and a dear friend of mine who needs a second chance in life.
Willynn S. Thompson