Hard work was part of my life, but still she is smiling all the time Ive seen

her. My mothers sister and my aunt is the person who I admire the most.
Her life can be a good example of a person who has suffered a lot, but
never asked for help as asking for help was symbol of weakness for her.
I know her since I was born, but Ive understand her during last three or
four weeks. She always advices me and her daughter that Dont feel
helpless in life and try to live your life in a way that people who are
related to you can remember you with pride and respect.
My aunt lives in India. She is a typical Indian women and she said that
she has always wanted to be what she is. She always wears sari or
Salwar which are Indian traditional clothes. She is religious too. She
always tells us history of our religion. The thing which I like the most
about her is whenever she gives us advise she always told us Thats
what I think that doesnt mean that you also agree with me. My uncle
was a hardworking person and he also respect

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My best friend, a descriptive essay
When I first met Josh I wasn't overly impressed. I had walked into a
Hooters restaurant to dine with friends, and sitting at the table that
greeted me was Josh. I didn't notice his rugged good looks. I didn't pause
to gaze down upon his broad shoulders, and thick chest. I hardly noticed
the caramel color of his eyes, nor his nicely manicured goatee.
What I saw, was a broken tooth. A very tiny, short, yellowing, broken
upper lateral tooth. Nice tooth, I remember thinking. Who could have
known that tiny insignificant flaw was what made me take notice and start
paying attention.
From his head to his toes, his butt to his nose, Josh is one good
looking member of the male persuasion. He's the kind of man that stands
out in a crowd. Blessed with height and an athletic build, most of my
female friends give him a nine or better on the hottie scale.

To judge him solely on appearances would satisfy the most cynical of

beauty critics. But his looks don't scratch the surface of his many layers.
He can make you wonder about what lies beneath the exterior. Is he
intelligent, funny, or loyal? Are the distinct crinkles and laugh lines around
his eyes from laughing or glaring? Why do the teeth that hide behind pale
pink lips appear so warn and stained? Was this based on a lazy oral
hygiene routine, or merely the accidental blemishes of a careless youth?
Tanned and toned, one might wonder if he spent his days working out
in the gym and later lying in a tanning bed. More careful observation
would reveal the tan to be uneven and freckled by many hours in the
scorching sunlight. The scars and calluses on his hands, face, and
shoulders tell the story of many hardworking hours outdoors. Deeply
developed shoulders, and a strong back, place him as a man born and
bred to labor.
His dark eyes and deep brown hair give him an instantly intimidating
look. Although his eyes usually gleam soft and bright with a tender gaze,
they can harden into dark pools of glaring black pigment when he is upset
or distrusting. His short, shaved hair musters up no connection with frills
or fussiness.
The only implication of meticulous grooming, lies in a dark brown
goatee that receives trimming, "pre-special-occasions." The goatee
gracefully lies on a taunt, angled jaw line. Very defined and strong, his
features are classic and masculine, complemented by his straight Roman
nose.
Throughout my years of knowing Josh, I can still look at him and
admire the swift grace in his movements. Quick eyes, quick hands, with an
even quicker wit, he never ceases to amaze me. Possessing the grace of
the Gazelle, he can charge into any situation with the thundering power of
an elephant.
Clever by design, no task, mechanical or intellectual delays him for
long. He has the power to adapt and overcome. I've relied on Josh during
our relationship together more times than I can count. Something always
pops up. When I can't remedy the situation alone, I am comforted knowing
I have Josh's ever ready assistance.
I've ventured out, trying to describe the man I admire so much. With
hope, you can see this man as I do through the power of my words.

Seeing, as only I can, the special individuality that captures my heart

whenever he's around. I am truly blessed to have someone I respect so
dutifully in my life. Not only is Josh my best friend, but he is the father of
our son, and my true love. I believe that his character make-up will
continue to produce the wonderful father, and loving best friend, for all
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When I was 16 I had to write an essay in school about the person I admire the most. So I
wrote about my dad. My dad is not famous, nor is he rich or talented. He is not a scientist
or a professor. But he is the best man in my personal world even if he doesnt know. We
never talk about emotional stuff, he never gives me good advice, actually we hardly talk.
When my dad was young he was a biker. Motorbikes were his lifestyle, his passion, his
love. But this love became his doom. A few years before he met my mother, he had a
terrible accident. He was actually supposed to be dead but somehow he was strong enough
to survive. I know that he was in a coma and it was still not sure if hed make it. But after
2 long months and 2 days he finally woke up.
He had millions of traumas. He couldnt move or speak. The doctors had to use skin of his
thigh for surgery on his arm. They said he would never be able to walk again. It was so
sad. My dad slowly became a healthy man - I mean he slowly learned how to speak again
but at the beginning, my uncle even had to take him to the toilet and wipe his bottom. He
was as helpless as a newborn baby.
After a few months he said to himself: I wont spend my life in a wheelchair. So he went to
a rehabilitation centre where he fought for the strength of his legs. It took him 2 years to
learn how to walk again. He still limps. His brain works slower, too.
Well, after a few years of deep depression my dad met my mother. She was visiting her
cousin in Germany, whose husband was one of my dads friends. They immediately fell for
each other - he took her to an Italian restaurant in his red VW - my mom was so impressed
because at this time normal people in the Philippines had no cars. They talked English and
my mom told me that my dad had a terrible German accent. But he was gentle and
sensitive, caring and funny so she couldnt forget him back in the Philippines. And a few
months after they had met for the first time, my mom decided to move to Germany to
spend her life with him. Best decision ever, if you ask me.
However, my dad told me once that he fought because of this little thought:
What if I have my own family one day? What if I have kids? Who will teach them how to
ride a bicycle?

I cried so much when he told me this.

Today, my dad is helpless again - not as helpless as after his accident, but he needs my
mom. As his brain works much slower than the brains of healthy people, he is not able to
work. My mom is the main earner in our family. I know that he hates it, it must be very
hard for him, so he does little jobs at his friends garage (my dad was a mechatronic
engineer). He is slowly turning into a mentally handicapped person. That makes me so sad.
He forgets things easily, he stutters a lot. It hurts so much to watch my daddy get weaker
and weaker.
I love my dad. Sometimes I think he doesnt know that because we fight pretty often. We
hardly get along. My mother always says: I cant believe that you wanted to marry your
dad when you were in kindergarten. In fact, people wouldnt belive it. Im a total bitch
and I hate myself for being like this sometimes. Im so impatient when I try to explain
something to him and he doesnt understand immediately. My dad often has to fight my
bad temper.
Last Sunday I watched a German TV show. There was an old man who was left completely
alone after the death of his wife and the death of his beloved dog. And I asked myself:
What will happen to my dad if my mom dies? I know I shouldnt think about stuff like this.
I started to cry.
Well Dad, I know you will never read this but here is my apology. I want you to know that
no matter what I say, I love you. I admire you for your love. I want to thank you for
showing me how to ride a bicycle. And thanks for the bicycle tours to the ice cream parlor.
Im sorry for saying youre a bad cook - you just shouldnt experiment with spice, thats
all. I want to thank you for watching my sister and me riding horses when we were young.
Im sorry for all the dreams you had that will never come true and Im sorry for saying that
your dreams will never come true. I promise that one day - when the time is right - I will
do anything to make your number 1 wish come true: seeing the world with mom.
When I was 3, you were my hero. When I was 6, you were my hero. When I was 13, you
were my hero - you held my hand while I got a dental brace and after that, you told me I
was still beautiful. When I had a car accident at 15, you were my hero. When I had
financial problems at 18, you were my hero.
Youll always be my hero.
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In this essay Ill write about the hero in my life, actually heroine. Ill try to share with you
all the things that make her the most important person in my life.
In every essay of this kind, they start with the physical appearanceIll write some words
about it, too. But its so unimportant Anyway, she is beautiful. No ! She is perfect, in my
eyes. Shes a little taller than me, not much, brown eyes and dyed red hair. Everybody
says we look alike. I think this description is enough, because like I said before this is the

most irrelevant part of this essay. Its nonsense to admire someone for the way they look
like.
Now, Ill try to highlight all the qualities for which I love her with my entire heart. I dont
know where to start I think I should say, first of all, she is the one that I based my life
on, meaning shes the model or the prototype of my life. She is sincere, likealmost
always. Shes stubborn like a horse, exactly like me. She is understanding, when I need her
to be.

She was and she continues to be there for me, every time I need a shoulder to cry on or
someone to talk to I dont have to ask for help, she just knows. Sometimes I believe that
she can read my mind. I know this sounds stupid, butits too obvious to be a coincidence.
We are connected somehowI cant seem to find the words to explain, youll understand
later. Even when we fight, were best friends and one of us gives up because its too hard
to stay apart. I always ask for her opinion before I do something and she helps me every
time with a wise advice.
Maybe its time to abandon all this mystery and reveal who is this person, if you havent
figured it out yet. Its my mother ! Yes, my mom, because no movie star, no singer, no
friend or boyfriendnobody can compare with her and there is no such love like my
mothers. Her love is one of a kind !
She has lightened up my childhood. She sang and read to me when I couldnt sleep, even
now I remember the songs she used to sing for me. She raised me to become what I am
now. She taught me how to be, how to actshe taught me to be sincere, responsible,
polite, good, openhearted, self-confident, faithful. She tried to send all her knowledge to
me, so I can succeed in life.
Feels like Heaven when she holds me, shes just like an angel sent from above to take
care of me, to love me..like nobody else does.
Im so sorry for the times that I yelled at her or I just didnt listen. Im sorry for every bad
thing that I thrown in her face. And Im sorry for each and every time when I shouldve
said I am sorry, mom, I love you so much and now, I know youre right and I didnt.
I am and I will always be grateful for everything she did for me, for the way she raised me
and helped me to become someone with a personality, a belief, a purpose in life. Also, Im
grateful for every time she showed me the right way when I stepped wrong, for every time
she reminded me who I was when I had forgotten, for every time when she corrected me
when my decisions proved wrong.

I could write a book about her and everything that she ever did for me, and this is why I
chose her to be the main character of this essay. All those things made her the person I
admire the most and for all of them I want to say THANK YOU ! and I LOVE YOU !
and I will always do.

The Most Important Person in My Life

Sometimes in life you meet people that could change your life around. It could be
your family, friends, teachers, or your pastor. Life is full of positive and negative things.
Sometime I would wake and up I would feel like my life is not going alright. When I had
these feelings I was seventeen years old. I had my first son in June 1996. My life
changed from a happy beautiful young girl to a sad young girl. My life was full of
negative things then like smoking, dropping out of school, and I was also pregnant. My
friend, Nikky is the most important person in my life, because she helped me through
this tough part of my life.
It was May 1997; I met someone that changed my life around. She also made
everything easy for me. Her name is Nikky Brown. She was from Nigeria. She was
twenty-one when I was seventeen years old. I met her at work she came to my work
place to buy some groceries. I used to work in a supermarket in the city. She came to my
register to check out her groceries. She saw my name and she asked me if I was
from Nigeria. I told her I am from Nigeria, but I was born in England.
Nikky was a young, intelligent and brilliant girl. She was so brilliant at the age of
twenty that she got master degree in social work. She was so nice to me since day I met
her. She helped me with everything such as financial, emotion, and spiritual. She also
gave me so many advices how to become some body in my life. She was always here for
my son instead of his father. She would take my son to park and some time to the movie.
We both started talking and we also exchanged phone numbers. She always called me
every other night to see how I was doing. We used to talk for about three good hours on
the phone every other night. The first time she spoken to me on the phone I told her I
wished I could kill myself.
Two weeks later, she came to my house and she saw my son, and she asked me if
that was my child or my sisters child. I told her that was my child. We both talked and
talked all day. We talked about my problems and her family problems too. She asked
me why I wanted to kill myself. She told me, but you have a nice paying job with a
beautiful baby boy. I told her the whole story about myself, how I ended up dropping

out of high school and how my family hated me for doing the things that I did. My
family was very disappointed in me from that day till now.
I was sixteen when my problems started. I was in high school when I met a boy
from my country. His name was Ade and we both felt in love with each other. We did
every thing together all the time like school work, shopping, and would go places too.
The day I found out I was pregnant; I did not tell any body. I did not want tell my
parents because they would be disappointed in me. Some days later, I called my
boyfriend and I told him I was pregnant. The first thing that came out of him mouth
was he did not want any children now. He told me that I had to go for an abortion. I left
him knowing that it is against my religion and my culture for me to have an abortion. I
could not keep it to myself any more.

I called my mom and I told her I was pregnant. She was so disappointed in me
and we both started crying. I begged her not to tell my father until I thought it is really
to let him know about my situation. It was very hard for me to tell my father and my
mother. She did not talk to me since the day I told her I was pregnant. I went to my
friends mothers house and I told her the whole story so that she could talk to my mom
on my behalf. Some few days later, my mother came to my room and told me I must not
try to go for any abortion. It was so hard for me that I had to stop going to school. I did
not tell my parents I stopped school so I started working. One day I came back from
work my father called me and told me one of my teachers called and told him that I was
not in school for some days. The same day after dinner I could not keep the secret any
more. I was sitting next to my father and I told him the whole story. He did not act very
disappointed, but I could tell he was. I decided to move out of the house by myself. Since
I stopped going to school I did not see my boyfriend.
Nikky felt so bad for me after hearing the whole story and she also promised me
she would hold me. One day I saw at her by my door and she came in with some G.E.D
information booklets in hand. I told her I could not do because had to take care of my
son. She told me call the place first and make an appointment with one of the teachers. I
called and I went to the G.E.D center with my son in my hand. It was so cold outside but
I had no choice than to go. I went for the appointment and the teacher told me the next
class was going to be on Monday. I called Nikky I told her the next class was going be on
Monday. She decided take care of my son for the time I am in my G.E.D class. I passed
the test she was so happy for me. The worst day of my life was the day she called me and
told me she would be moving to Maryland. I was so sad all day. Two months after she
moved she called me and asked me about my classes in college. I told I could not go
because of my son. She sent me some money so that I could take my son to the day care
center.
She has been so nice to me and my son since I met her. If not for her I would not
be here today. She taught me how to be strong and how to hand problems like this.
Nikky change my life and also made to be self-confident in myself.