Titanic

I was a rich man, first class on luxury liner the Titanic. On the early morning of April 15 the "unsinkable" ship hit an iceberg head on. Everything I had ever thought in my life meant nothing now, my initial plan was to get on a lifeboat. My mind was changed when I realized that I was not a kind person as I should have been. I now know my fate is set. I assist many women and children onto a lifeboat, I stay on the Titanic. I walk past the rushing people anxious to get a lifeboat, I find my room. I know soon the ship will submerge completely into the freezing water, I wait for my death to come. I think of how the Captain is mostly to blame, but I find the heart to forgive him. I will go with a kind deed of helping the few women and children, before I was bitter and always seeking riches as the Captain. I know not to blame him or anyone else for this sinking beauty. I can not blame them for the same mistakes I have done in my youth. I die with the ship, knowing that my end was to be.