Ms. Lara/Ms. Rosas
English 2 Period 2
October 9th, 2012
I never knew how much courage a person can have in a desperate situation. I consider myself to be mildly courageous and abundantly cautious; I rarely go out of my comfort-zone, but when placed in a desperate situation, anything can happen. Naturally, I am not bold, daring, fearless or courageous; I tend to avoid intense situations whenever I can, but I have the capacity to stand up for a greater good and not only to defend my moral view of what is right, but to save a person in need.
At the time when I was visiting my family in Tucson, Arizona, the situation that forced me to stand up began near my uncle’s ranch. This ranch isn’t enormous in size, it wasn’t excellent nor poor it was fair. I had been taught how to ride juvenile horses before, I wasn’t very good, but mediocre compared to my cousin the “cowboy” Arnold, “How’s the dust taste back there!?” my cousin would typically shout when we would race and he’d taken the lead. During my visit, we raced about a mile away from the ranch, there; we could race freely in the wide-open desert. I remember passing by a giant boulder about the size of a small compact car, when a dark figure caught my eye. I looked closer and it appeared to be an animal. I called my cousin over, “Okay you won, and look I think there’s a wolf over here!” I screamed. As I approached, cautiously, I noticed the animal wasn’t a wolf it was a dog; a fairly large dog with a brown coat. It was very gruesome; it reeked of rotting flesh and blood. “Poor dog” I thought. Its face had been violently smashed and disfigured. “Oh my god Elvis!” my cousin yelled as he came towards me and the dead dog. “What happened?” he asked, “Is this uncle’s dog?” I replied, “You don’t recognize him Jibrahn?””Not how he is right now look at him.” I turned Elvis on his side and I showed Arnold its disfigured face. This is how it all began; I knew that after...