Importance Of Love In My Life

She has taught me to cherish people and to admire all of their attributes. My mother has shaped me in a way that I become people’s biggest cheerleader and I value their uniqueness, because I know everyone is capable of being the best possible version of themselves and I want to encourage them to get there. This nurturing spirit that I have attained benefits building my relationships and allows me to find and treasure the best in people. My mother has equipped me to properly handle my successes as well as my weaknesses with an admirable and gentle approach, and for that I am forever

Through my mother's struggles, I learned the difference between suffering and survival. She earned the right to grieve over her life's unfair circumstances, but she chose to survive them instead. That lead her to the family she has with my father and I. It led her to watching her daughter graduate high school and move on to college. Surviving will lead her to meeting her grandchildren one

My sister Jacqueline Renee has taught me in negative ways but I guess it could be argued that she has also taught in a positive way too. Jacquie had just recently gotten out of jail where she resided for about 2 years due to drugs and other charges in relation to her addiction to heroin. As negative as it was for me to witness an addict at such a young age like I had experienced, it also taught me not to follow in her footsteps. She made me smart when it comes to bad stuff like stealing or drugs or anything of that nature. In a way, just like mom, she taught me unconsciously how to be strong because of having to watch that and experience her first hand in that state. However, as of today she is currently seeking the proper help she needs, attending meetings, got a job and is focused on bettering herself and getting her out of the hole she dug herself into, and I think that is a very inspiring thing in it’s own

I consider love to be the most important value of civilization. E. M. Forster completely disagrees with this and he gave many reasons why tolerance is far a better and more capable virtue than love regarding to the success of civilization in his essay ´´TOLERANCE´´. He states that is not love, but tolerance what keeps society together. Even though he declares many justifications why love is not the most important value, I do not accept many of them, and most certainly refuse to believe that he is probably right just because he is such a recognized author. I think love is the virtue by which humanity lives and the one that makes it aspire to be better.

My family, they play this huge role in my life they are literally in my life everyday and even though I don't see all of them everyday they all pop into my head and I remember what they have taught me. I am the youngest out of my three siblings and so being the youngest you get picked on alot and you get into fights, those fights and arguments have taught me a lot and at that moment I would never see it as a lesson, but overall it has taught me how to stick up for myself because not everyone is going to be nice and they taught me that I have a voice and it’s okay to be different. My mom and dad they have disciplined me to show me that I can’t do whatever I want. It’s just my parents and I in our small little apartment because my sister went to college and my oldest brother moved out to live on his own and my other brother went into the army. Even if I can’t see all of them everyday like I do my parents, they are still a part of me and my parents, they have focused on me and we have gotten closer especially after what has happened.

When she was younger she was on a school trip to DC. She was a homeless man alongside the road. She was eating lunch at the time and decided to give her sandwich to the man. The man did not react very well - he threw the sandwich at her and said "I don’t want food I want money" my mom was of course then frightened and ran away. This story does not have such a happy ending, but even though the man did not react in a positive way my mother still strives to put their self out there for others even if they are not accepting of her kindness. I am glad that she has never lost that sense of kindness in her heart. By showing her kindness towards others I was able to learn from her and understand how to give that same kindness towards others as well.

When I was 13 years old, I learned an important lesson that changed my lifestyle. My mother was a person who takes care of everything for me, and she raised me as a good person. I entered Cai Be middle school with an A grade, and my mother was so proud of me. I thought that it was enough for what she expects at me as a good student. Until one day, a lesson from mother taught me to be a good student is not enough.

My mother and sister are both dramatic and would always find something wrong with something I did or said. Which taught me that life isn’t fair, for sometimes things will go wrong and it is best to simply shut up and move forward. In fact, I better learned that lesson when my father went to prison for a while. My father made me look like I was the one who had caused the whole problem, faulting me for years as to why he had to spend some time in prison. Learning that life wasn’t easy forced me to mature quicker, making me concerned about adult things a kid that age didn’t even think about. I’m glad that I had my mother and sister to show me how to be tough and firm, yet caring and respectful. They were the perfect balance that I needed in my life to teach me how to be who I

Despite meeting people we may not like, my family has compassion and demonstrates kindness to them. Kindness is a rare thing in our world and my grandmother used to tell me that kindness and respect can change the heart of even the cruelest of beings. She once gave her shoes to a homeless woman who was known to swear at people who walked by. I watched as the kindness and respect that my grandmother showed the woman change the woman’s entire demeanor and they developed a friendship over the course of several months, in which my grandmother found this woman a job and got her into an apartment of her

I was taught very valuable lesson…be kind to everyone and anyone…the scars I have remind me of my mistake and because of that I have not made that mistake again. I’ve grown to be very accepting to anyone and everyone, I am kind to absolutely anyone, it’s my nature and in my code of chivalry I live by being very kind to others. I stand up for my values and do not disregard them.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

Life for me has always been making mistakes and learning from them. I’ve always been open to different experiences in life but I do have some boundaries. I know that everyone’s life in this world is different than every other person. I have been really close to my mom my whole life. I talk to her for hours and share my feeling, and tell her how my day goes. Whenever I had a problem, I knew that my mom would fix it for me, and once I tell her about it everything is going to be okay. I perpetually respect my parents and want to appreciate them for they do for me. I am really lucky that I have parents. Now as I became a teenager, I continuously thought that I would never change, my life would never change, I will always stay the same.

Doesn’t it ever hurt you? How things so big take their time taking piece by piece of what is left of your broken heart. How the wicked tick of time can turn you into sand. How the work works you until you are nothing but a crack in a crevice. I hate it. I hate it all. My life has never been mine. My life had been my husband’s for a time. Then he died. Then it was the son he left me with. Then he died. Maybe I should tell you the whole story. I should tell you why I hate them all. And why I cut you up and removed the skin off of your very bones. And why I am going to stuff you and keep your right here.

Most of my life, I had imagined a lively family, that would always be loved, as well as to love each other. December 2014 was when it happened. My parents had always been in love, they even had a movie that represented their relationship. Every day was to be a contented one, as long as our family was together. I felt terrible to have had to experience such grief when the joyous holidays were ahead of me. While I was eating dinner with my sister, the sound of yelling and the thumping of steps down the stairs made my heart drop. What was going on?

I have been wanting to write about something that has been very close to my heart lately, but I have been struggling with how to put it into words. I have always been a lover of this life and enthusiastic, but even at times, I need to be reminded that it is up to me to make the choice to love my life. Joy, happiness, enthusiasm, gratitude, and all these wonderful characteristics of life are simply choices. It is your choice if you are going to truly and genuinely enjoy your life. You could have absolutely nothing, but with the right attitude, you have everything.