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The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXI

Award-winning essays on courage written by sixth-eight grade students participating in The Max Warburg Courage Curriculum.

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Eric-Lloyd Perryman<br />

Aaron Cohen, Teacher<br />

Jackson Mann K-8 School, Allston, MA<br />

Being peer pressured is the scariest thing ever, especially from a friend that<br />

you knew for a while.<br />

I really enjoy buying things from the convenience store. To me it’s fun <strong>and</strong> it<br />

makes me feel grown up. However, I truly hate going to the store <strong>and</strong> getting<br />

something you want then realizing that you don’t have enough money. It<br />

makes me feel dumb.<br />

In fourth grade I had a friend who had the same bus stop as me. One day I<br />

had $4 <strong>and</strong> there was a convenience store next to our bus stop, so my friend<br />

<strong>and</strong> I went to the store. I went to get my stuff which cost $2. <strong>The</strong>n I went to see<br />

what my friend was doing, <strong>and</strong> he had three things which totalled $3. I told<br />

him I didn’t have enough money for all five things, but he really wanted the<br />

snacks, so he suggested stealing them.<br />

“That’s why to me<br />

courage means doing<br />

the right thing<br />

even if it means<br />

losing a friend.”<br />

I was surprised. Never before had I thought <strong>of</strong> stealing. I told him we<br />

shouldn’t steal, yet he insisted that we should. He said to put it in my backpack<br />

because he didn’t have enough space in his. Again I told him no, <strong>and</strong> he<br />

called me a scaredy-cat. He said I’m not a good friend if I don’t help him.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n I really became scared, not scared <strong>of</strong> stealing but <strong>of</strong> losing a friend<br />

because I didn’t want to steal. Still, I stood my ground <strong>and</strong> said not to steal<br />

even though I didn’t want to lose a friend over something so simple.<br />

He put one thing back, <strong>and</strong> we went to the counter. I was happy he listened<br />

because I didn’t want him stealing. I paid for the stuff, got my change back,<br />

<strong>and</strong> left. I didn’t even say goodbye. I was angry because my friend threatened<br />

our friendship if I didn’t help him steal. While walking home the only thing<br />

on my mind was, “Should I still be friends with him?” because he wanted me<br />

to shoplift <strong>and</strong> didn’t even seem sorry. After that we rarely talked, <strong>and</strong> the<br />

next year he didn’t come to school so I don’t know where or how he is. This<br />

was probably the most courage I’ve ever had. That’s why to me courage means<br />

doing the right thing even if it means losing a friend.<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Courage</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Children</strong>: <strong>Boston</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Beyond</strong><br />

Volume <strong>XXXI</strong><br />

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