Essay On My Bravest Moment

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My bravest moment that I could remember is when I saved my mom from being attacked by a pit bull named, Hulk. The incident all took place on summer vacation, in my hometown in Oakland, California. For one second I figured I that I could finally enjoy living the “California dream,” but it was not what I expected at all. On that day I remember that we were hosting a family reunion from my mother’s side. It was a perfect day where all of our family would come together and enjoy each others presence in one whole. The heat simmers on my skin, and the sun shines right through the blinds. My throat pleads for a nice, ice cold water. That’s my cue, it was time to get up. As I walk towards the kitchen, I can hear my aunt’s and uncle laughing loud …show more content…

I took a deep breath and I ran out there and grabbed him from behind. I told my mom to go and she ran off, for a few minutes everyone was like “Okay Jericha, it’s time to come in not! Hurry!” Somehow I just didn’t move my stance was so strong from how I got him positioned, I was afraid he would attack me.“Hey hey, it’s okay Hulk” I said as I was shaking. Now I was more scared than I was being mad at this point I didn’t know what to do. I stood there scared out of my life and I realized it was just me and Hulk alone. Then he somehow started to calm down, while I repetitively said it was okay I was literally having a conversation with him and it was like he was responding …show more content…

I made it my mission to get the door in one piece, I pulled Hulk with me and Nia was waiting for me there screaming for help. I dragged him like it was tug of war between me and him, and I won. I reached the door and I was pulled in the house and he was trapped between the door and his head stuck out like Cujo. After I was bit, I didn 't feel any pain at all until I was rushed to the emergency room. My aunt Terry, cousin Nia, and my mom took to the emergency room, but on the way there I was feeling very light headed. When I looked at my hand, I could see the fat tissue it was very meaty and I saw the blood and some yellow gooey stuff running down my hand and I realized that my wrist was completely swollen, more likely a sprain. I looked at my shirt and it was tore up and I cried out that it was my favorite baseball tee. As soon as the nurse took me in for my stitches, my family was there in the room with me and the doctor was talking once I glanced at the wound everything became silent, my ears started to block every sudden movement, all the talking, and the noises like it was just only me in the

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