Story About True Sacrifice And Heroism

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes became accustomed to the light. He entertained his semi-waking mind by tracing patterns of the earthy colors on the tapestry that hung on the wall facing him. He rubbed his hands slowly on the bedsheet, felt a smoothness and said to himself, "This

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

“Run!” the little boy cried. The roman soldiers came attacking at village and killing 2 dozen men and women. The little boy was named Damon. His father is a god, his name was Mercury, the god of speed. Damon was just a demigod.

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

The easiest paper that I have written throughout the semester was the Heroism paper. I believed the Heroism paper was the easiest because I could connect to my topic. I chose to write about Christ's Journey and how it relates to the “Hero’s Journey”. I have a burning passion for studying the bible and learning about how Christ has impacted everyone's life. An example of something I learned is: “Jesus set out to heal the servant and says, “ Let thy be done”, and the man with leprosy was instantly healed (Truesdale 36).” Leprosy is a disease that wasn't curable at the time that they where living in; therefore, knowing that Jesus was able to heal the man and cure his leprosy he gave people hope. In a time of depression God sent his one and only

It was a clear tranquil London evening, warmer than you would expect in mid fall. At this late hour these streets were completely vacant, with only the street lamps and occasional shop window illuminating the road. The only sound was the pounding of sneakers frantically hitting the pavement. With every step the noise grew louder, bringing the woman closer to the street and,she prayed, safety.

"A hero is someone who does something for other people. He does something that other men don 't ' and can 't do." How does heroism play an essential role in the narrative?

Palmiro and his sleeping son Josh are on a plane near South America when his pilot died. He started making weird noises over the intercom. Josh was curious what was going on so he asked his dad. His dad, Palmiro, said everything was going to be ok. All of a sudden they hear the wind whistling against the sharp edges of the plane. They both looked out the window and saw the ground getting closer and closer. The plane started to plummet to the ground. Josh started freaking out and had no idea what to do. He saw only one parachute and an emergency door. Palmiro told his son to quickly grab the parachute. They both strapped in together and jumped out. The plane crashed on an island, no one knows where.

Charity and the children left Marilee's amid warm hugs and wishes for a safe journey. The girls especially, were reluctant to leave. They enjoyed being at Marilee's, having the luxuries of a roof over their heads and not stuck riding in a wagon all day. Charity figured being there reminded them of being home with Nancy, because Marilee took them under her wing and into the kitchen with her to help her cook. The boys were a different story- they were raring to go; they enjoyed camping out and being on the trail. To them, it was a grand adventure. The last couple of years, the older boys had gone with their father and grandfather, to check the traps. And, they had even gotten to go to Fort Charlotte a time or two. But the girls had always been

It’s my first time Im writing in this diary. Here's what happened to me and my faimly. It’s been a tough time. I’ve had to deal with many horrific situations, but I got through it. Not many people made it through the Holocaust. It was really hard for me as a jew myself, there were times I thought I would never make it through. But I surprisingly I did make it, but my family did not. I had two younger brothers named Markus and William. William was 8 and Markus 10. I as the older sister was supposed to protect them, help them, and stop them from getting hurt. But I couldn’t save them, I did all I could but couldn't help them. As on to my parents, I had a mom named Martha and a dad named Aron. He was named after his great, great grandfather.

I was trying to help my country by joining the war. The teens thought they were just helping. They saved lots of lives on the battlefield. But the return was they saw many of their friends and fellow soldiers die. They had happy, but sad lives after the war. They visit their friend's grave every year. Their friends were watching over them in the afterlife. The families mourned over their family members that died. They never had a very happy life, but sometimes it’s happy life when they remember the good times in their life with their friends really happy.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

What is heroism? Things preformed Superman, Batman, or The Flash? This is what most people think about when they hear the word hero or heroism. Although these characters show heroism, the definition of heroism does not have to be narrowed to the stereotypical hero. Many people have different concepts on heroism. A hero can be a ordinary person like a firefighter or cop. Heroism is a attribute that a person can obtain but they have to choose actions that help others like a fearless firefighter or cop helping others. Heroism also does not call for a reward for being heroic. Heroism is a quality or an act in all of us that a person uses to benefit for the good of other people even if there is a risk.