Who Is Moriah Ebron?

Today I am talking about how my best friend and I met. My best friend’s name is Sydney Rott. The story of how we met is a cliché but I am going to explain it anyway. We didn't know each other up until my Sophomore year and her Junior year. I decided I wanted to go out for the tennis team, even though I have never really played before, I still decided to join. Sydney was the number one player for the Harrisburg Tennis Team. I thought that she was a brat when I first met her, but as time went on I started to like her.

I was excited to talk to Ajaz, my best friend from the age of four to thirteen again. We’d had an inconsistent friendship (though we’d never fallen out) over those nine years: from spending every class and break together for our first couple of school year together, to barely speaking to each other later in primary school. Prior my family and I moving to Canada, however, we were as close as we had been aged four. Ajaz was already sat at our pre-arranged meeting point – a small park that neighboured our primary school – when I arrived our pre-arranged meeting point. We walked through the neighbourhood, passing the house in which I grew up. The conversation was predictably awkward, nevertheless, I expected the conversation to loosen up after

Experiences in life give us wisdom on what to expect and how to act in future circumstances. This friendship has impacted me because I regret opening up to people who don’t deserve me like that. It has taught me that even though people may be there for some things, they aren’t necessarily going to be there for the whole

Florence and Isabella were the most welcoming residents at the Mary Manning Walsh Home. Florence and I always played bingo with each other and would usually win. I would take her to her room telling her what it’s like at Xavier High School. Florence found it great that Xavier makes us do Christian Service and she recommends all of us to come to the Mary Manning Walsh Home. She stood out to me because she was always open. Florence made it easy to be open with her after she told her story about herself. She was so kind and always had a smile on her face even if she was going through hard times. Florence would always pray for me and I remember to pray for her. Isabella was another woman I had a deep connection with. I learned a lot from this woman because she taught me to be more thankful in life. She told me to pray every night and to see God in everything. Isabella and I would talk a lot about religion but we talked about colleges as well. Most of her family went to Villanova including her and she would tell me about her college experience. This woman stood out to me because I feel I saw Jesus in her. Isabella seemed so close to Jesus and every time she was present to me, there was a spiritual feeling around her. With people like Isabella, there was agape love at Mary Manning Walsh Home with all the

My newfound friend and I were immediately lifelong best friends--we spent hours making cheerleading routines on the trampoline and creating movie trailers and music videos. By eighth grade, our quick friendship became a stronger bond, where we could comfortably share our most personal secrets. As we relaxed on the trampoline with the warm August sun radiating onto our faces, Annabelle confided in me the story that launched her impact on my future.

Jill McCorkle once said “The silver friend knows your present and the gold friend knows all of your past dirt and glories. Once in a blue moon there is someone who knows it all, someone who knows and accepts you unconditionally, and someone who is there for life”. McCorkle’s description of a “gold friend” reminds me of a novel I recently read called “Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet” where friendship is universal and described as a bridge that connect all social gaps including gender, race and differences in abilities. Throughout the book, author Jamie Ford has succeeded to show readers that friendship is the most precious gift of life and it is also the most valuable thing to pursuit by giving details about how characters in his book such as Henry, Keiko and Sheldon help each other in the hardest time of their lives.

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

A vast majority of people have had a friend or two- a good one, at that. Someone they could trust and talk to. Someone who granted them that spark of childhood and happiness that fueled their games, their talks, their smiles, their personalities. Some friendships grow strong, to the point where they are unbreakable, even after devastating events that seem to tear them apart and hold them down. That's exactly what happens in this story- “The Bridge to Terabithia”. An emotional yet realistic and compelling story by Katherine Paterson. It is banned in many places due to swearing and the utterly tragic storyline.

Soon after that dark but vivid experience, I found out some heartbreaking news. Her name was Tayloor’ Shae’ Johnson. She and I were so close that you could barely tell us apart. She helped me with all of my problems and everything that I was dealing with. Since my first grade year and her third-grade year, we have always been together. Then she had to move to Montana with her dad, because of family issues with her mom and step-dad. After proceeding off the airplane and getting in the car she was on the way to her father’s house when instantly an eighteen-wheeler truck impacted the car. Tayloor’ was immediately rushed to the hospital. The doctors didn’t know what else to do. She later was

I met my best friend when I moved from the back of the room to the front to escape one of my former friend’s negativity in Mr. Stockwell’s AP Literature and Composition. I always heard rumors about Brooke being a bully or unpleasant, and I believed it at first because she gave me a dirty side-eye the first week I sat next to her. Then when I pulled out my lanyard to put my key back on it, she gasped and started up a conversation on the anime Attack on Titan. We were alike in more ways than one, which was one more than we both previously believed. My upbringing taught me how to judge someone before actually meeting them, and there I was, thinking I had my friendships laid out properly to the point of being set for life. After hanging out with

A year ago we would be goofing around chasing after each other, giggling to their hearts content. That's what all kids do they play pretend and never think about the future. I thought that when our friendship ended it would a bang; a huge fight, maybe even a tragical death. Never in my wildest imagination could be cut by distance. 3,148 miles is how far Bradenton, Florida is to Warrenton Oregon. Is 3,184 miles really that far? T.S Eliot once said “This is the way the world end, not with a bang, but with a whimper.” I guess this applies to friendships as

I was six, I knew that we couldn’t stay one place forever. That concept was foreign. Every few years my family and I were stationed to a new place, this time 45 minutes away. Of course, being the stubborn and impatient six year old I was, that seemed a light year away. I have never had friends that lasted over 3 years. Either they left, or I moved. This time, I left first. My friends were my world. I was happy. They were devastated to get the news of my departure. Tears were mixed with the “goodbyes”, and the occasional “I’ll never forget you”.

“You might think I lost hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.” At several points in my life, I have reached a point at which I lost all hope. I lost my energy and determination, but from that negative energy came a light to guide me in the right direction. When we realize we are in a dark place, it motivates us to try to escape it. This dark place can lead to the best creation and some of the greatest levels of accomplishment in life. When I lost the first art contest I entered, I thought I was a failure, unable to create anything worth looking at. However, some of my best work came after that instance. In friendship the same applies. My best friend had been using me all my life,

I had met Shannon when I was twenty. She was married and I could tell she was not happy in the situation she was in. One morning she had called me and told me that she was getting divorced and she didn’t know what she was going to do. After a long discussion we came up with a plan, she had a good job and well I worked for my uncle, it was uncertain but nevertheless she didn’t mind. We were going to make it work. My uncle’s girlfriend hated her for the absurd idea that she was twenty-five and still married, she was such a hypocrite for that my uncle was still married. None the less it caused a huge headache so we moved out and became homeless. I was starting to question myself and the decisions I was making to be with her. I can think back to her saying, “it will be

After three years have past, I still have a very important friend in my life that I call my brother. This special friend means so much to me that if anything would to happen then I wouldnt be myself. Through the three years, we had our ups and downs, but we always had fun times and the greatest memorys. This important person in my life is named Austin Osborn who is truly a brother to me and means everything to me. “The friends we meet on the path of life make the trip worth while.”