If I could, I would give up a life of heavy breathing, tears, and late night television. I would give up all of the things that I have that nobody else has. I wish I could have been replaced with someone who needs a mother more than I or an education more than I or food more than I. Everyday, people die of things that they do not need to die from. Children die of cancer everyday and people who want nothing more than to be who they are, are prosecuted and thrown in cells, or assaulted with tear gas. I would give all of this up for someone who needs it more. I would willingly look death in the face for the sake of an innocent person. I would wither away to little more than bones, if it meant extending the life of a child who had never done anything to wrong the world. People are dying on the streets or being held against the outcome of a propaganda that was nothing more than wrong. People are coughing, hacking, sick, and bombed and I am here. I am sitting all well, enjoying life like I should be. Kids who have not yet wronged the world are dying and I am alive. I don't know if that makes me heroic or selfish.