Polished Visual Response: Fight for the Future
I had turned away from one second and before I knew it, my friend, Carl, was locked in position in front of a man holding a gun. I was stunned, unable to move a single muscle. The man was silent, no facial movement of any kind. The only movement present was the ball, bouncing from the wall, rolling the opposite way. There was no telling what anybody would do next. The man slowly turned his head, locking eyes to me. This could have been the end of both of us, having that feeling that we could not do anything to stop it. Slowly, the man raised up his firearm, and pointed it towards Carl.
There was a civil war going on, one disagreement, and turned the entire country into a wasteland. Many citizens fled the country to neighboring area where they can feel safe form the destruction going on; however, my family wanted to stay and fight to protect the country from the government. My family always said to never back down from a situation if you are able to do something to prevent it. Trying to avoid the situation shows that you are weak and a coward and should be felt with disgrace. At the time, I was too young to be holding a gun, to be fighting but, that did not stop my father from trying to teach me the ways of fighting. The war had lasted around a year and aid from other countries had been feeding the other side, the government, of supplies. My father was injured during the battle a couple of months ago and has not recovered since. It really was a miracle that he survived but, at the cost of his movement. I can remember when he had expressed that every time I went outside, it could be the last time I see him or the last time he would see me.
Blood was everywhere, and all I could do was watch, as Carl was laying down with blood gushing away from his chest. I watched as the life drained away from him, and I had no idea if I would be next, but I was stunned, I could not move nor did a sound come from me. All I could think about was me disappointing my father that I could have prevented this, or at least attempt to. Now, my best friend, was most likely dead. This was the moment I could at least do something, to save myself.
I noticed the ball a few feet away from me and, at that moment, I had an opportunity. The man looked like he was getting ready to fire at me but, before he could do it, I sprinted towards the ball, and – using all my energy – I kicked the ball, straight at the man, hoping to stun him or to give me a chance to escape.
The ball had struck him in the chest dead on, and he had dropped his gun. At that moment, I felt like I had a chance to live up to my father’s words. I kept sprinting, I looked at the gun that was on the ground, and I had a chance. I picked up the gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger towards the man.
I felt a sense of satisfaction in me; I had honored my father’s words, and stood up to no longer be in fear of the worst to come. However, I still failed, Carl, was dead behind me, and I knew, if I had not been frozen in place, I could have stopped it from happening. I can’t let this moment mourn over my life, I need to use this experience to further my life, to protect those I care about.