Jennifer Thomas Cork: A Personal Narrative

I have never considered myself to be a particularly courageous person. As a child, I was terrified of heights, and even as an adult, I avoid anything that could be even remotely dangerous. I am happy to admit that I am a bit of a homebody, and I am perfectly content to spend my days reading, writing, or watching movies.
However, there was one time in my life when I surprised myself with my bravery. It was during a vacation to Ireland with my family. We were driving through the beautiful countryside when we came across a sheep that had been hit by a car. The sheep was clearly injured, and it was lying in the middle of the road.
I had never seen anything like it before, and I was immediately overwhelmed with pity for the poor animal. I knew that I had to do something to help, but I was terrified of getting too close. I had heard stories about sheep being aggressive, and I didn't want to risk getting hurt.
But I couldn't just leave the sheep there to suffer. I knew that I had to do something, even if it scared me. So I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
I slowly approached the sheep, and I could see that it was in a lot of pain. I didn't know what to do, but I knew that I had to try something. I gently reached out and touched the sheep's head, and surprisingly, it didn't move away.
I continued to pet the sheep, and I could feel its body relax. It was a surreal moment, and I felt a strange sense of connection with the animal. I knew that I couldn't save it, but I could at least make its last moments a little more comfortable.
I stayed with the sheep for a while, and I talked to it in a soothing voice. I told it that everything was going to be okay, and that it was going to be in a better place soon. As I spoke to the sheep, I could feel my own fear and anxiety fading away.
I don't know how long I stayed with the sheep, but eventually, it closed its eyes and died peacefully. I sat there for a moment, feeling a strange mix of sadness and peace. I had never seen death before, but I knew that it was a natural part of life.
As I got back in the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in myself. I had faced my fears and helped a creature in need. It was a small thing, but it was a moment that I would never forget.
I have always been a bit of a shy and introverted person, but that day in Ireland, I discovered a strength that I never knew I had. I learned that I am capable of more than I ever thought possible, and that I am not afraid to face my fears.
I am a different person now than I was before that day. I am more confident and more courageous. I am not afraid to try new things, and I am always willing to help others. I am grateful for the experience that I had, and I know that it has made me a better person.