My Courage

The time I had to be really courageous was when I was about thirteen. I was camping with my older brother and my nephew and a couple of my brother’s homies. It was fun we went fishing and hiking and did all kinds of fun stuff. We were at camp later in the day it was starting to get dark and all the boys were hanging out at the camp fire. It was a perfect night it was not cold just perfect you could see the stars like if they were right in front of you. Well my brother and his friends wanted more fun so they brought out the bud light and crown and other hard liquors. And me and my nephew who is eleven just sat there making smoores minding our own business because alcohol in our family was nothing new. So my nephew decides for me and him to go take a little walk to the river near camp. While we were there we heard screaming so we ran back to camp and saw my brother’s friends holding him back from fighting this other guy who was also drunk. I was scared not for my brother but for the other guy because my brother is very very built and scary with his tattoos that cover each arm and part of his neck. I knew my brother had a pistol in his truck and my brother was drunk so i didn’t take any chances. My courage kicked in and I ran as fast as I could to his truck and grabbed the gun. I took the gun back to my tent and hide it under my pillow. I went back to where my brother was. His friends still trying to hold him down and keep the other guy back. My courage hit me again and I went up to my brother and jumped on his back kind of choking him. I told my brothers friends to get that other guy out of here. While holding on to my brother I screamed "Richard don’t do this please!". Being as drunk as he was he didn’t pay much attention to my yelling. All he cared about at that time was getting to that other guy. My brothers’ friends somehow took that other guy in their truck and drove off before my brother could get to them. My brother ran to his truck opened his door and to his surprise the gun was gone and his keys which were in my pocket were gone to. Now he could do nothing he couldn’t shoot at that other guy and he couldn’t chase them down with no keys. I talked to him trying to calm him down which took about 45 min. When i had him calmed down he went to his tent and crashed. About an hour later his friends came back they said they drove that other guy back to his camp and made sure he went to sleep. And the whole time this was going on my nephew was sitting there eating smoores watching the show. Because stuff like that always happens in our family and in the area we live in but usually there is some one sober that gets the problem solved not a thirteen year old boy. And that’s the first time I really used my courage but is not the last time those are other stories.