TKAM Ch. 11

In my childhood, I feel my friend Sarah demonstrated real courage. When she was four years old, she watched her father get hit by a car and die right in front of her. After that, her mom had jumped from guy to guy for years. When we were in second grade, her mom was in a relationship with a particularly bad guy. I had met him, and neither Sarah nor I liked him at all. Then, one day, Sarah came to school with a bunch of long bruises on her arms. It took me a minute, but I finally realized that the bruises were in the shape of big hands. Instead of being afraid to tell someone, she marched right up to one of the adults that ran the after school program we were at and told them that her mom's boyfriend had hurt her. I doubt that I would have been able to tell someone if I had been in her place, and I have always looked up to her for displalying such courage.