We talk about strength, admire it when we see it, hope we have it when needed, and lament our disappointment when it is missing. But what does being strong mean, and how do I measure it? Is it the ability to lift weighted barbells? Is it the times when I accomplish something I didn’t think I could? Is it risking and challenging when others walk away? I was asked recently to share a time when I was stronger than I thought I could be and I recalled Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote, “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.” It was an ordinary day when I swallowed my pride, chewed my fingernails, took deep breaths, and opened the doors to a nondescript office where a group of people I didn’t know sat in a circle and all turned to look at me.