Descriptive Essay About Friendship

A true friend is someone who would stop whatever they are doing to help you through anything and you would do the same for them. In a friendship both people need to posses the same essential traits for the friendship to be successful. Friends are a big part of my life because without them life would be very dull. I think God made us to find people that we are compatible with so we can go through life together. Three traits that a person should posses to be a good friend are honesty, loyalty and encouragement. In my experience my friends who live out all three of these traits fully, are my closest friends and I hold the same traits back to them.

"Life without a friend is like death without a witness." -Spanish Proverb. We all have friends, different people have different tastes and temperaments and hence make different types of friends. They tend to bond with some and stay away from some. With time and growing trust, some people get really close to each other and remain true friends. They stand up for each other in times of need and provide full support when you lose confidence in yourself. However, every friend is not the same type. One might have more close friends than acquiantenaces, while others might have more acquaintenaces than close friends, but either way, majority of people that develop great friendships either   fall into one of the

Imagine your sole confidante, childhood playmate, personal comedian and physiologist disclosing your secrets to a stranger. Unfortunately, this stranger happens to be the person who enforce a form of punishment for the actions that were once a secret. Furthermore, this confidante is considered your friend. Does an instance of this friend disclosing your secret of immoral activities to a person of authority violate the success of the friendship? In fact, this act is not a violation of the laws of friendship. The ideas of friendship are subjective, and thus where you might think your friend’s actions are unjust, your friend is actually looking out for your best interest and security. Also, a good friend would not desire

“Are we there yet?” I called from the back of our car, “Not yet bud.” my father yelled over the blasting radio. “Vroom, vroom, vroom.” the engine roared as my dad revved up the car. Every year we get in the car and we head to our cousins house in Utah. I was going to go get some snacks at the gas station. I didn’t even realize how sweaty my hands were until I touched the handle. I swiftly wiped my hands on my shorts and then hopped out of the car into the blazing hot outdoors. “Oh come on” I thought when I landed on the surprisingly hot concrete. I scrambled up and looked around to make sure none saw the embarrassing fall.

The leaves detached from the branches of that old lemon tree and followed the wind’s flow. Some of them flew away from the corners of my eyes and some landed right by where I was sitting down; next to the empty road. I was waiting for his arrival, the arrival of the boy I’ve only known for less than a year but quickly left a lingering feeling within me. I considered him my best friend in everyone else’s eyes, but to just me, I knew he was way beyond that level. I sat down by the side of the narrow sidewalk, where we met for the first time. He came to my house for a special group project and brought a tiny but elegant box of chocolates for me and my mom. Of course I’ve seen him at school before, but this is where I first started warming up to him; right in front of my house. I asked him to meet me here so we could go to “the spot” ; today I was going to tell him how quickly my heart beats when I look right into his face, at the extent that it’s hard for me to breath, I had to tell him how much, him not being there ruined my entire day and how every time he hugged me, nasty and cold liquid bullets would run down every inch of my body. Love, or just having a crush, none are a pleasant experiences. Whichever way I chose to tell him, it had to be now or never. It hadn't even been three months since my mother told me we were moving back to Canada, for a new beginning; I had already been decided . But now it was the time to tell him, because soon enough I was going to be up in a

Since September 22nd, 1994 Friends has been one of the most popular shows among both old and young viewers. Friends is a TV comedy series that follows a group of best friends living in the Manhattan, New York. Over the course of the series the characters go through all sorts of life events surrounding jobs, family, marriage, and they face it all together. Through all the laughs, cries, fights, and surprises, they not only find themselves but what it means to be a true friend.

My dearest Teekay, I'm going to tell you about how much your friendship means to me. I often tell you that you came in my life when I really needed a friend, however, I never told you why. I keep telling you how I will tell you but never did. Whenever we have a disagreement you always say that I don't trust anything you say about how you feel about me, that I feel every word you write or say to me is a lie. I can't agree in fact I feel its the opposite if you remember when we talk in the past I always comment on how kind you are or I'm happy to have met you, in fact, I say so much stuff I remember when you told me to be careful because people will take my kindness and use it against me. I can't thank you enough Teekay, We might have our disagreements and I'm going, to have to be honest, I don't know how far our friendship will go but I do hope it last for a very long time :)

It's always been a great feeling to know a lifetime friend will always be there. I found one, and fortunately, it was in my early days.

I once believed that a strong friendship could withstand anything, but all it takes is a minor disagreement or sarcastic comment to ruin one. My best friend Michaela and I could hardly contain our excitement as we stepped out of my dad 's white convertible in front of the community building. We were wearing matching burgundy dresses for our friend Nancy 's quinceanera and the night had finally arrived.  Nancy greeted us at the door where we marveled over her sparkly teal dress. We couldn 't wait to reunite the group of six friends who hadn 't been together in almost a year.

Bright lights and holding poses we smiled even bigger for the camera. This day was really important to me because I learned the importance of everlasting friendship. We were all tired, but we wouldn 't stop until we got the perfect picture. We took both videos and photos and hunted for the best spots in the yard. Even after sweating in the Indiana sun beating down on us, we still worked. Hours of editing and work gone into these photos and we finally picked 10 out of the hundreds. I might not have an Instagram yet, but soon I 'll have a few good pictures to start.

Traditions are an important part of any holiday. But, I bet this family has a cooler tradition than anything your family has cooked up.

It was always my sister and I that would say the silliest things; it was as if curiosity always got the best of us. Uncle Jorge was the one who would always play along in our games, never getting mad if we disturbed him while working. I could simply say that Uncle Jorge is an ordinary Mexican guy, but he is more than ordinary. He may not have a lot of money, but he is still a humble man. His beautiful green eyes would fill with happiness to hear my sweet voice. Uncle Jorge has always been a pacific person, also a very caring uncle always watching over my brother, sister and me as if we were his kids.

Have you ever met a friend that you thought as a brother or a sister, well I know someone that is that person to me well,

My job as a travel consultant for Pfizer gave me lots of opportunities but the best was the opportunity to travel to wonderful places. I have been able to see and enjoy many exotic and not so exotic places. However, in 1997 I got the wonderful gift and greatest pleasure of my life and that was the chance to travel to Puerto Rico for a business trip. As soon as I landed in San Juan and we got into our Jeep Wrangler and headed out of the city I knew I had fallen in love with this Island.

SCR-EE-CH! There was that eerie noise again. I just had to see what it was. I opened the door and gasped! There was nothing only a portrait of my best friend. I try not to remember him, it's only on certain nights, whenever I’m alone in my room that I remember… It was last year when my friend asked me to stay at his house overnight. He lived in a big, gloomy house far away from the city, and he didn't want to be alone there at night, his parents had gone out that night and wouldn't be back until the next morning. He said we could have a really good time without his parents around, so I decided to stay. We watched TV and ate pizza in the living room until late at night. all a sudden the power went out, we were in total darkness and we got scared, we could only find one candle. We started to go upstairs, then all of a sudden we both ran up the stairs to my friend’s room as if someone was coming up from behind us. After entering the bedroom I slammed the door shut, then we laughed at each other. We lay on the bed talking for a time in the candle’s weak light. When suddenly we thought we heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like somebody was sharpening a knife against a stone, then we heard another sound like someone moving around the house, from one room to another, back and forth, back and forth. We both stopped talking and stared at each other, feeling really scared inside.