This Journal (#3) is about a video we had watched in class about the trait "Courage" and I didn't find this journal to be one of my good ones. The teacher had written off the the said "Courage comes in different ways!" and I do understand that, I always have, but I understand why she said that now. So let's get crackin'!
Journal #3
The video (we watched one in class) illustrates the character trait "courage" by having the fight of a lifetime. Not only does it bring you pain and suffering, but it can bring you confidence, strength, and encouragment. Courage is being caring, being strong for yourself , as well as others. Not only does it bring you joy and others too, it brings a smile upon others faces.
A time when I needed courage was when I lost my uncle and Godfather Billy. He was one of the most amazing people in my life. He died about 2 hours or so after my birthday. On June 18, 2012, I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything I wished for had been taken from me. I had wished he would hopefully fight the cancer he had. He had tumors on his bladder that were unable to be moved. I had been 2,000 miles away from him and I didn't see him for about 2 and a half years. He was the best Godfather and uncle a girl could ever have. He was so inspiring. He was in the air force, which I could never forget. It has been 1 year so far and it still, to this day, difficult to talk about. I needed so much courage. I had lost my favorite person in the world. I was empty minded and I also had no reason to succeed besides for him. I felt no need to do what I wanted. I am doing what I'm doing today for him. And him only. I am happ, yet sad still. My sight were the memories I shared with him. Such as; on my 12th birthday, we had a party and at the time he worked for a toy company. Well, he gave me a Chicago Cubs bear and until this day, I have it on my night stand to remind myself that he is looking down on me and giving me this courage that I had lost. Hearing his voice is like hearing someone with an amazing voice, sing. The touch of the bear makes me feel loved and let's me know that someone is there keeping me in tact and make sure I keep being couragous. The smell of his calon reminds me of him. The taste of him favorite food(s) kills me to know how good he had it
That was my third Journal. This is a very hard story to talk about because I lost someone that I loved so deeply, but I pray every night that he is doing well and I like to pray to act like I'm talking to him. I will sometimes lay in bed at night and think, "Wow. I just wish you were still here." and that is all I can ever think about. I know he is looking down on my and thinking "You can do it! I know you can!" and those words from him mean everything. I remember that when I was a bit younger, at every party, I would make sure he was the last one I hugged and say "I Love You" to. Man, I miss those days.
Love Always,
Steph :)