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Courage (also called bravery or valour) is the choice and willingness to go face to face with
agony, pain, danger, uncertainty, or intimidation. Physical courage is bravery in the face of physical
pain, hardship, death or threat of death, while moral courage is the ability to act rightly in the face of
popular opposition, shame, scandal, discouragement, or personal loss. Below are some short stories of


I was standing in a crowded MRT when a pregnant lady walked in to the section where I was. No one was
giving up their seat. There was a teenage boy listening to music with his eyes closed though he was busy
using his mobile phone just a minute before. I have never really spoken up to strangers before because Im
really afraid of confrontation, but something in me told me to do the right thing and help the pregnant lady.
I tapped the teenager lightly on his shoulders, and asked him politely to give up his seat. He reacted with a
half-scowl, half-sheepish expression and stood up without a word. The pregnant lady thanked me profusely
and took the seat.


Late in the evening, I was walking in the park. Suddenly, I heard screams coming from behind the bushes.
I stopped to listen and realized that a woman was attacked. I heard sounds of fighting and desperation.
For several moments, I was hesitating. Should I get involved? I panicked. I was frightened for my own
safety. Maybe it was better to call the police? Then I realized that the womans voice became weaker, so I
knew I had to act quickly. Could I run away from this?

Finally, I decided that I had to help this unknown woman even if I am risking my own life. I felt some
strange transformation inside, the moral and physical strength, so I ran behind the bushes. I pulled the
attacker off the girl. We grappled on the ground for several minutes. Then the assailant jumped up and
ran away. Breathing hard I slowly came up to the girl, who was cowering behind a tree. It was dark, so I
could not see her face clearly. I felt, that she is very frightened, so I talked to her from a distance, You
are safe now. Its ok, the man has run away. After a few moments, I heard her words with a great
amazement in her voice, Dad, is that you? I realized with tears that the girl was my youngest daughter.


There was a family with two children, a 9 year old daughter Lisa and a 5 year old son Mark. Lisa was
diagnosed with a rare blood disease and was predicted to die soon if the doctors did not get the cure which
was some amount of blood matching their requirements. This blood was likely to be found in blood
relatives. Upon testing immediate relatives, it was found that Mark's blood was a compatible match.
Mark was asked by his parents if he would agree to give Lisa his blood. Mark asked, "Will it save Lisa?"
When they said yes, he agreed. Two days later, the blood transfer began. Mark was put on a bed next to
Lisa's till the blood was extracted.

After some time, Mark began feeling dizzy and asked the doctors if this is the time he would start dying?
The doctors were a bit amazed and it later dawned on them that Mark never knew the amount of blood
required to cure Lisa, he thought all his blood was needed and still he had reluctantly agreed to it.

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