The night my big brother died, was must like any other Saturday night. I had just fallen asleep when I woke up to sounds of adults quietly chatting. This was pretty unusual at one a clock in the morning. I got up and went into the kitchen to see what was going on. I saw my mom and dad holding each other, crying. I saw a man whom I did not recognize quietly watching saying, "If you need anything let us know". That's when I knew something was terribly wrong, I recognized him thee dark blue uniform, shiny badge, and a belt with a gun, he was a cop. The words "Carson died in a car wreck" echoed through my innocent twelve year old mind. That's when my other older brother walked in, he started pounding on the ground pleading with no one really at all. "Why, why did this happen"?
The next months and days for my family and I would be a roller coaster of emotions: anger, guilt, sorrow, denial, and depression. Everyday for the next month we would have a house full of people comforting us, cooking for us, and sharing stories about Carson taht we had never known before. We had a whole fridge full of food from caring individuals. In fact our whole front room was full of flowers ad cards from strangers and friends. Many of the cards saying how great Carson was and what an amazing example he had been in the lives of the many people he touched.
One particular day I think a day or two after my brother's death, it's all such a blur to me, a knock came at the door. It was the parents of a girl who had survived inn the car wreck. They came in our home with tear stained eyes and grateful hearts. "Your son saved our daughters life." These amazing words echo through my mind over and over again to this day. Though they did not heal my broken heart immediately at the tie of my brother's death. They slowly made me come to the realization that my brother was a hero. He was a typical teenage boy who got in trouble now and then, liked playing music, and loved flirting with girls. Carson was in my eyes my older brother he was no one special, he was just my brother, but after his death I came to fully realize what an amazing person he had been even at his last moments in this life. It's almost sad in life how we don't really appreciate the things we have until they are taken from us, but I am grateful for my older brother, I'm happy that I was able to celebrate his life and truly see what an amazing boy he was. I believe people can do extraordinary things.
I believe.... that chocolate can cure anything, that patience is a virtue taht is very difficult to master, that though others may not like you like them anyways, that even when life is at its worst having a positive attitude can turn in around, that I can change myself not others to make me happy, that my truest friends are the ones who stand by me even when I'm at my worst, to associate with people who accept me the way that I am with flaws and imperfections, that the atonement will save me if i let it, to forgive and forget, to love thy enemies, and many many more things.
The next months and days for my family and I would be a roller coaster of emotions: anger, guilt, sorrow, denial, and depression. Everyday for the next month we would have a house full of people comforting us, cooking for us, and sharing stories about Carson taht we had never known before. We had a whole fridge full of food from caring individuals. In fact our whole front room was full of flowers ad cards from strangers and friends. Many of the cards saying how great Carson was and what an amazing example he had been in the lives of the many people he touched.
One particular day I think a day or two after my brother's death, it's all such a blur to me, a knock came at the door. It was the parents of a girl who had survived inn the car wreck. They came in our home with tear stained eyes and grateful hearts. "Your son saved our daughters life." These amazing words echo through my mind over and over again to this day. Though they did not heal my broken heart immediately at the tie of my brother's death. They slowly made me come to the realization that my brother was a hero. He was a typical teenage boy who got in trouble now and then, liked playing music, and loved flirting with girls. Carson was in my eyes my older brother he was no one special, he was just my brother, but after his death I came to fully realize what an amazing person he had been even at his last moments in this life. It's almost sad in life how we don't really appreciate the things we have until they are taken from us, but I am grateful for my older brother, I'm happy that I was able to celebrate his life and truly see what an amazing boy he was. I believe people can do extraordinary things.
I believe.... that chocolate can cure anything, that patience is a virtue taht is very difficult to master, that though others may not like you like them anyways, that even when life is at its worst having a positive attitude can turn in around, that I can change myself not others to make me happy, that my truest friends are the ones who stand by me even when I'm at my worst, to associate with people who accept me the way that I am with flaws and imperfections, that the atonement will save me if i let it, to forgive and forget, to love thy enemies, and many many more things.
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