They say sacrifice is part of life. I never knew what it truly meant, until now. He’s not going to make it. With all the strength I had in my body, I bolted towards him. Time seemed to slow down around me as the gun was pointed directly at its target. I’m sorry. The gun shot blared and I closed my eyes, praying I made it in time. An excruciating pain spread through my body and a smile crept across my face. He’s safe. At least when I meet my maker, I can look Him in the eye and confidently tell him that this was a sacrifice that I didn’t regret.

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