Talk about the bravest thing you have ever done in your life, like standing up for someone else or talking back to your parents because they were completely wrong about something or anything else you think you did that was brave.I'll share one of my stories first.Please attempt to be serious while posting and thank you for sharing.
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I'll talk about this one day when I was about 12-13 years old. I lived in home with a pretty big back yard, there was also a pool back there.Well in this backyard our dog at that time, a Labrador Retriever named Rocky, lived and went bananas there.Rocky had this hobby he enjoyed, he caught and killed birds. Normally we would never come anywhere near him while he was in his hunter mode since he had a tendency of becoming aggressive, with anyone and anything around him so we let him do his thing.In those days I had a big fear of dogs and would usually avoid Rocky as much as I could, but there was a problem.I enjoyed swimming in the pool way too much so I found myself in my backyard often.When I would go out for my swim, I'd sprint to to pool and dive in and Rocky would chase me but never jump in.He was afraid of jumping in.One day while I was taking a swim I saw Rocky gazing at this crow, which I am also afraid of, and he ran up to this bird and lunged at it flashing his teeth.Rocky had this poor animal in his mouth and it was still alive. I wasn't used to seeing any living thing in pain before so without thinking, I jumped out of the water and grabbed a broom and started to taunt Rocky and smacking him till the crow was released from his jaws.Once released, the crow could not fly and was limping so I decided to pick it up despite my fear of getting pecked and to my surprise the bird did not resist.I quickly rushed into the house with the crow in my arms thinking it was going to die without proper treatment, at the time my grandmother was the person I thought had answers to everything so I rushed into her room demanding help.She was shocked to see what was in my hands and thought it was a nice thing I did for the crow.All my grandmother did was keep it in the house for at least two to four days and fed it water and seeds.The crow by the forth day seemed to have regained it's ability to fly and would still allow us to touch and grab him/her without a problem and then my grandmother decided to set the bird free and it flew away.That has to be one of my bravest moments growing up as a kid especially with the abnormal amount of fears I had growing up.The sad thing was that Rocky continued to kill birds and my heroic act only happened for that one incident.Who knows if any of those crows he killed could have been the same crow.Nonetheless I still think it was a brave act from young mat.
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