Write about the time you ran into that burning house. You could barely hear someone yelling over the roar of the flames. Through the thick, choking smoke you found two people in the rear bedroom. Part of the interior wall had fallen down, effectively disabling both. The young child was knocked out cold. The elderly grandmother was still concious, yelling for help. You managed to muscle the burning wall off them, but the child wasn't responsive and the grandmother couldn't walk. You were forced to make a choice - you could only carry one to safety. And you think about that choice every day of your life.