Bravery

There hasn’t been a really good major time for me to be brave. The only times that i have been a little brave were just minor times. There was this one time when my family was having a little birthday party for my little cousin. It was almost time for the piñata. The way me family does it is one person goes on the roof and another person gets on the neighbors roof. We tie a rope through the piñata, each person gets an end of the rope to pull it up and make it hard for the children to hit it. Well any ways they only had one person to get on one roof and they needed one more to get on the other one. They asked me if I could but I didn’t give them a quick answer that’s because I am afraid of heights. And getting on the roof wasn’t so good for me. If somebody that didn’t really know me asked me to do it I wouldn’t have done it. But I did it for my little cousin. I had a lot of butterflies in my stomach when I seen my uncle bring out the ladder. He set it up and it was time to start climbing. So I just took a deep breath and started to climb. It seemed like forever. as I got higher and higher I felt more and more nervous. I was almost at the top there was no turning back. I got on the roof and I sat on the edge. I wouldn’t look down I just looked straight ahead. They were calling me so they could throw up the rope and so I could catch it. I had to look down. So once again I took a deep breath and went for it. I finally looked down it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but it still was really high. They threw up the rope and I got it. All of the kids were coming out and getting ready to hit the piñata. At this point I was pretty chill. A kid started to hit the piñata and my uncle and I started to tug on the rope so he would be able to hit it. On one of the tugs my uncle kind of pulled me to that was probably one of the scariest moments of my life. Luckily the roof was made out of kind of like sand paper. The grip stuck onto my shoes and my pants. So my uncles roof had saved me from a about a 10ft drop. Because of the scare I had let go of the rope. And everybody was looking at me. I just calmed down and said I was okay and to throw the rope back up. They asked me if I was sure that I could come off if I wanted to. But I told them no that I could do it. So they threw it back up and all of the children had fun hitting it. Now it was time for me to get off things couldn’t get any worse. Then when I was climbing down the ladder I did something dumb. I was only three fourths down the ladder and then I jumped off. Dang was that cool I thought I was going fall and hurt myself but I landed perfectly. I had done it I went on the roof and beat my fear for a while. Am still scared of heights but I think what I did was pretty brave. A brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil. James A. Garfield