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. 

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