When I was a child I believed that there was no one braver than my father who was a New York City firefighter. But then I learned that he was only one of the bravest people. In life there is a group of people, the police, firefighters and paramedics who work in New York City. I then grew up and found out why they were the bravest. Because they saw the worst in life and people, they tried to fix the pain and troubles that people faced when they needed help. I can now understand why I was always told to be brave and not afraid. I always think of that when I know that I'm petrified, all I have to do is to remember to be brave.

And I was brave, up until the day that I died. I remember being told that I would be okay and I am.