One of my earliest moments is when I lived in a rough area of St. Louis. The neighbor hood of gangs of gritty disorganized preteen boys would occasionally organize a game of backyard football. Ironically, our field was the clear un-decomposing area of a graveyard across the highway boarding our houses. One particular game I remember vividly on a cool fall night near Halloween. The day had been surprisingly warm has the solar heat slowly fell behind the horizon a cool wind blew in.  My gang team engaged the older gang of boys in the American tradition. We snapped, slammed and shouted loud for an hour before a confrontation occurred. The confrontation progressed until a full argument flamed and when the largest kid on the opposite team shoved my closest friend Alex it pushed in to the next level.  Alex called the kid a name we wouldn’t know the full context of for a couple more years. The mammoth kid returned with a fist knocking Alex to the ground.  And their team swarmed him. The next milliseconds felt like a million years as adrenaline fueled by fear pressed a decision. To defend my friend against an enemy out sizing me or flee like the rest of our younger gang.  With my heart pounding in my ears I charged the swarm followed by the few who hadn’t already taken flight. The next minutes remain a blur as the game turned into a bloody braw.  A morning couple alerted the grounds crew who broke up and chased off the group of raging children bent on violence. Me and Alex ran home nursing our wounds never the less if I were to have abandoned my friend in flight his situation could have been tragic and I would have no control over his defense.
Combined with other events in my life I have learned that in the face of fear courage is my belief and that to flee has never been part of me. When a soul chooses to fight he hold control of a situation. I face the consequences of my actions with my head held high because the to flee in fear has consequences of its own in which you have no control over. In  1939 a society chose not to fight against evil opposing forces when their government started a world war. Because of their decision to hide their opinions in fear of the SS millions died on a battlefield who did chose to fight and thousands more who were massacred in gas chambers. If they were to have stood their ground in their moral beliefs before their fear the German public could have decreased the consequences the world paid. 

In this World I believe that in the face of fear it is better to control the situation by fighting for your beliefs and morals than to hide your self in the crowd and let a situation run its coarse. An independent person I detest other powers controlling my life in a coarse that I do not believe in. Fear will always be in this world and the choice to fight or flight built into our organic composition. Therefore I believe that faced with fear I will fight for my morals, control the outcome, and face my consequences with pride.