My Best Friend Essay

She would always help my mom with me. I would say one of the main things I’ve learned from her is to be friends with people who make you a better person. She would ask, “would you rather be a better person than you are now or become lesser?” Yes, as a young girl I could only understand to a point. At one point in middle school I realized what she truly meant. I was a extremely shy girl and making friends were hard. As this shy girl I was more likely be by myself so I saw how others would act and talk. It brought a new light to my eyes. When I started making friends I made sure they were people that were kind and truthful people. These people are still my friends today and honestly made me a better

The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.

She has taught me so many moral values to life and has made me the man I am

In the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, she shows us how real friends will always be by your side, and not leave you when you need them.

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

She was not the most perfect person but her personality and the way she talked made everyone want to be like her. Anyone she talks to can hear her talk for hours. Growing up she did not have an easy life style. She struggled often but she always made the best out of everything. She cherished her life and all the little things that came with it. She always worked hard for everything she wanted and needed and I looked up to her because of that. I yearned for her life. Middle age women living in the big beautiful city of opportunity and working for the department of health in New York. That was everything I wanted.

In the midst of my tears at the beginning of that car ride in August, my mom said, “you’re going to make friends. You’re going to form deeper friendships than you have ever known to last a lifetime.”

She made me realize that you can have a lot life, but not without giving something up for it.

My friendship became a vow. Every evening for an entire year, I sat in Margaret 's living room, the room I had helped her paint a bright yellow while our husbands were at work, the room that turned out to be a depressing, empty

I had to care for the household members. I would wake up early and cook daily. Unfortunately, if the food was not to standard, I experienced physical abuse. The irony of the matter was that my aunt employed a maid, but it seemed as if she had a better life than me. I knew that this was not the life for me. The only time I experienced happiness happy was going to school; I felt like a kid again. I had a teacher that I looked up to. She would always talk to me, make me feel special, buy me gifts it is like she knew exactly what I was going through without me telling her. She was my number one mentor she lifted me up so high and made me feel so special, she was like a mother figure to me. Come to find out she was a social worker. The impact that individual made in my life helps me to become the person that I am today. She helped me so much I figured that if I one day become a social worker I may somehow have an impact in someone else's

My true friend is Elle Marcus. Standing up for me since the day we met and always backing me when I needed it, even if I didn’t know I needed it, Elle was always there for me. However, when she moved to Houston, Texas in January of 2013, I was devastated. We went through a multitude of experiences together, and I will always remember those times, the favorable ones and even the dreadful and dismal ones. Though there is one memory that shows how exceptional a friend Elle truly was. That memory is the day of our first encounter on September

Everyone hopes that they can find a friend that they love and trust like family. I was lucky enough to find multiple but Lizzy Maxwell is probably my greatest friend yet. Lizzy is one of the most interesting people you could ever meet. She is hilarious, caring but also very hardworking. She has been my best friend since the third grade when we both joined the same girl scout troop, that we both ended up quitting the next year only to join the same lacrosse team. We have lived in the same small neighborhood our entire lives, and spent nearly every day together throughout grade school. I don’t think I know anyone better than I know Lizzy Maxwell. Even 400 miles apart I can still imagine her long brown hair, tan Mediterranean skin and radiating

When I had to go home, I spent most of the time with my best friend Maggie. It was during this time, I truly understood the power of friendship. Maggie was always there to cheer me up and was such a supportive person during this difficult season. Also, Maggie’s mother did everything for me, and when my mom called her to bring me to see my pawpaw, she never hesitated to drive me an hour to my pawpaw’s house.

My grandma has always been my best friend ever since I could speak. Every Saturday we went to Steak and Shake then Cold Stone, it was our day. Things changed as I got older and my cousins were born, but we were still best friends when I was upset I called her, when I needed advice, she was the first person I came too, and if I wanted something she got it for me. She was the best person ever. But in just one day everything changed.

She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite