If I Was Brave…

Yes but only if i was brave, I would do the things I want to say, or do the things that I want to do. But I am not, I wish I was sometimes. I am to be known to be one of the most sensitive person in my family. I am the kind of person that will not care what others say or think of me. I keep it all inside bottled up and not respond to them. Why should I let people know how i feel by the things they say. Its not like they will care or change…or even say sorry. I am an honest person and sometimes I will tell exactly how I feel, but with that comes patience. I have to think before I speak my mind but a lot of time I don’t do that. And hurting some one else will defiantly hurt me as well. I guess you can call thats an emotional type of brave. But there are several types of brave. Brave where you are known to be heroic. for example the kind of brave where you have saved someones life. Rescued some one. That type of Brave I consider myself to be very good at. I will do what ever i can to save even my own enemy’s life. Even though that person my have hurt my feelings or have hurt me in some how…I will still care about them and save them when they need it. I don’t know why I am like that but I am. And i don’t think I will ever change. One really big experience that I have had in my life dealing with bravery is when my brother saved a woman’s life. One day in Junior High, And i remember this very clearly, before the bell rang for school to be over that day…in-front of the school a car comes extremely fast and hits the front side of the building. Now my brother is in the car waiting for me to get out of class and he sees this all happening right in front of his eyes. It wasn’t only him there…there were other people waiting to pick someone up. So the car totally damaged and everybody is probably thinking to themselves that the woman is dead. You can enter the class to the other side because the car broke the wall. My brother gets out of  his car, and runs to get the lady out of the car. The windows got locked up so he couldn’t open the door. So he punched the window with his fist. Got the lady out and saved her life. She could have died in there. She was running out of breath, my brother was brave to do such a thing…He got hurt by saving the woman. but he never complained about it, because he was more focused on the woman and her life. And with that experiance i have learned so much about this word “Brave”. Saving someones life by risking yours is extremely and beyond brave. 

If Only…

oh my god i can’t even believe how many if only’s i have said in my life… if only i had worked harder, if only i had studied harder, if only i had gone earlier, if only..if only… i remember one time when i was very young around the age of 8 or 9 when my family had moved to America, my oldest sister stayed back home with her kids and didn’t come with to the U.S. i was happy to leave that place but also very sad to leave my relatives and sister behind. i know i was very young and didn’t know much at that time but one thing i have always known was that we should have all came here together. if only we could have found a way to bring my sister here with us…our life would all be a happy one, because then we would be together.. but that’s not how it went, my sister couldn’t come with us because she had kids, she could either leave her kids and family and come with us or stay with her kids and family, so she chose to stay with her children, but if only there was a way to bring her whole family here, is what i always tell my self, our lives would be so much better.

In the news…

In the news there was this story about a guy named Brandon Lithmexay, who actually went to my high school and my Junior high school. it was so sad to find out that he was murdered by one of his friends. he was found dead in a trunk of a car. What the news forgot to mention was that the apartment the car was found, someone had called the police before the day they had found the car, telling the police that there was a white car with blood on the rims, but the police failed to find the car that day.

“A police official confirmed Ms. Alvarado made the 911 call Sunday. It came in at 12:22 p.m. and was assigned a low priority as an abandoned car. An officer responded at 3:30 p.m. but cleared it five minutes later, the official said.

The officer drove to the scene without finding the car, according to Lt. Vernon Hale, a police spokesman. The officer tried without success to call Ms. Alvarado back and then left.

Residents at the apartments were surprised Tuesday to learn of the police’s eventual discovery. Maria Barron said her husband also called to report the bloody car, but police officials could not confirm that.

Ms. Barron said blood was smeared on the door and near the trunk.

“But then it rained, and the blood washed off,” she said in Spanish.

Police said some blood was still visible on and inside the Lincoln when the tow-truck driver took it to Lone Star Auto Services on Beeman Avenue. An employee called police, and officers opened the trunk.” (http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/102407dnmetbodyintrunk.2c8781b.html)

i would say that it was the police fault for not getting there on time maybe if they did then he probably would have still been alive. i think this story grabbed my attention more because i knew Brandon personally and he was a very sweet guy always laughing, always smiling, always cool with almost everyone, i don’t think he deserved this. looking back over my life i think that this story and the 9-11, and the Saddam Hessian stories all stand out to me because with the 9-11 i know so many innocent people died, with the Saddam Hessian assassination story, it’s always sad to see people dying no matter who they are, but Saddam Hessian did kill so many innocent people for no reason at all.

Spring Cleaning

This Spring break i cleaned out under my bed, i had so many boxes with stuff inside of them. I had discovered so many things that i didn’t even know was under there. I found some pictures of my friends and I when we were in Elementary, we all looked so young and I thought about all the fun times we shared together as kids. I also found all of my old yearbooks and letters that my friends and I wrote to each other, i read over them and started to crack up because of some of things we had written. I threw away a lot of my stuff also. I had some pictures that I didn’t want to keep anymore and all the letters my friends had written to me, old earring’s, and books, and even some pen’s and pencils that i didn’t feel the need to have them anymore. some of the stuff made me laugh yet others made me think ‘oh my god i cant believe she said that in the letter’ or ‘man i don’t know why have i had this for so long, its just trash,’. I organized under my bed and in my closet and threw away some of my t-shirts and jeans that i don’t even wear anymore. so i was happy that i actually had some time to clean.