Narrative Essay About Courage

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Courage I remember the sinking feeling and the tears that filled my eyes. I tried desperately to keep them from spilling onto my rosy cheeks, but it was no use, so I let them come. Through the blurry tears I could see my mother and siblings gathered on the living room floor, crying as well. The darkness and dreariness outside reflected my feelings inside. As I’ve grown, there have been many attributes I have lost and gained through experiences. All of these experiences have defined the person that I have become, however there is one experience that seems to stand out more than the rest. True courage is an attribute I believe, can only be captured after it seems it has vanished. Many years ago, I was somewhere around four or five years…show more content…
There had been a terrible accident an unbelievable tragedy. Courage, my best friend, my hero had been trying to get a treat, but missed and bit a friend of my little sisters. Because of his size and strength it ended severely disastrous. My father had to explain to me that tomorrow the police were going to come and take away my best friend, and he would be going to heaven. I remember the sinking feeling and the tears that filled my eyes. I tried desperately to keep them from spilling onto my rosy cheeks, but it was no use, so I let them come. That night I curled up on the floor next to Courage, and tried to wake myself from a nightmare that would never completely go away. The next loathsome morning I didn’t want to go to school, but my mother said that school would be a good distraction for me. Somehow the word had spread to the neighbors on the bus. “Your dog is a monster,” they told me, they didn’t understand. Courage had accomplished countless acts of goodness that deserved nobility and honor, yet he would never receive that because the outside world could only see a savage beast. My Courage was gone, taken from my life. I couldn’t raise my hand in class, perform during dance, or tell people to be kind; I just didn’t have the courage. A tear-filled week passed, but then something extraordinary happened. I felt peace. The realization
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