By Eleanor Steinberg One day I was playing basketball with my friends. I hit my head on something and my nose was bleeding. It was 2 days before my Bat Mitzvah. I was scared that I broke it. I was looking forward to my Bat Mitzvah a whole year. I was so scared. But I felt bad for the person who did it to me. I tried my best not to cry or over exaggerate. When people asked me what happened, I would just say that the ball hit my in my face, so noone would get embarrassed. After it all happened, I got back up and played my best after school. My friend called me and said, “I feel so bad. What can I do to help you?” I said, “I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m sorry if you feel bad.” That’s how I was brave.