My Best Friend

Many people say that they have many friends, whether it’s on social media or in the real world. While this may be true, the question begs, what makes a person a best friend? I like to think that a best friend has to stand out from the rest in the crowd. Some people may think a best friend gains that title just because they’ve known each other for a while. To me it’s more than just title given out because of time, it has to be earned.I only have three people who I would call my best friend.Their names are Shelby, Elizabeth, and Joseph.They all share these important qualities: trustworthiness, dependability, and unconditional love.

The ability to see the humorous appeal in every situation is a rare quality not many of us have, but she undoubtedly has it. It’s a gloomy Sunday morning on the Upper West Side and as I arrive at our favorite diner, I see her through the glass window, sitting by herself while sipping on a cup of coffee. A wide smile appears across her face once she notices that I am looking at her. It’s my childhood best friend, Michelle Driscoll.

When I look back upon that day, I think about how nervous I was to talk to him. When you think about the day you meet your best friend, what comes to your mind? He has affected my life in many ways, but the one way that sticks with me the most is when he showed me that getting abused is not what men are supposed to do. It’s not true love, and you can’t show love that way it is hate. He has also affected my life by helping me graduate high school. He has truly affected my life if I can do just a third of what he’s done for me I still wouldn’t be able to repay him. Has anyone ever made you feel like your worth a hundred dollars because that’s what true friendship and love is. The one thing that he has taught me to do every day is to always believe in myself and to always love yourself. I truly wish I could affect his life like he has mine. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for him pushing me to do my best at everything. I am truly grateful that he has

For my essay, I want to describe about my best friend leaving me and how it affected my life. This experience made me realize how important a friend is and how it feels so empty when someone who was always there is not there anymore.

I am learning to over come the loss of my best friends. Jenna was a great athlete and a compassionate young woman who always put others first and just was truly caring. It was very hard to just understand how she died by drowning in the lake. When my mom had told me what happened I automatically thought it was a sick joke since I just saw her a few days ago. It was then that I realized she was not joking. It was as if time had froze, it was real, Jenna was really gone and was never coming back. It was and still is hard to believe she is never coming back.

Every year, around 40,000 people commit suicide. Little did I know, one of those many people would be one of my best friends, Becca. The one thing I do know, is that she definitely didn’t deserve to through what she did. To say that we were close friends was an enormous understatement. I would trust her with my life. She told me everything, I told her everything. We talked about things like makeup, Gossip Girl, and Overwatch. We shared stories about the weird things that happen in our school. We told each other things that we wouldn’t tell other people. What she didn’t tell me was the problems she went through. I wish I could’ve asked her if everything was okay.

“Goooooaaaaaallllllll!!!!!” Khayone screamed as I ran back screaming that we won. Khayone has been my best friend for the past 5 years. I met him on Saturday, October 14, 1995. I remember every moment of that day vividly. How could I ever forget the day I met my best friend?

TJ Graves is not your average 21 year old, not many people can say they are 21 and driving a race car. Last summer, TJ went from being just a driver on a race track to someone I can call my best friend. At the time, I had never talked to him - that night in august changed my life for ever.

Aletha C. Middleton once stated, “God picks the perfect flowers and lets the others grow, He takes the sweetest blossoms for they are ready to go.” My best friend, Stephanie Elysse Inman, suddenly and unexpectedly passed away on Friday, October 28th, at 11:48AM. Not a day goes by that Stephanie is not on my mind. Her death has taught me many life lessons, but the most important lesson was to live each day to the fullest.

It was moving day. They day I knew was coming, but never looked forward to. There were many reasons why I didn’t want this day to come. One of those reasons was I was going to have to leave my best friend, Ryan. He is this tall and really tan guy. He has really long brown wavy hair that I always envied, extremely light blue eyes that nobody has ever seen before, skin as clear as a window, I am pretty sure he has never had any skin problem in his life. He is someone that everybody liked and envied. Ryan has always been my best friend, we met at birth. Ok, so we didn’t technically meet at birth. Our moms were really good friends, and the timing was weirdly close. I was born on June 18th 2002 at around 11:30 PM. Ryan was born on June 19th 2002 at around 2:00 AM. But as I said, we didn’t meet inside the hospital when he was born. A couple weeks later, both of our moms decided to have a little playdate between the two of us. Ever since that day we would go over to their house almost every day and just live life with each other. But now, all of the memories are down the drain. I walked outside and called Ryan to tell him that it was moving day and ask if he wanted to come over one more time. Well, I tried to. I dialed him up and all I could hear was the dissatisfying triple ring for about 20 seconds. It went to his voicemail. “Hey this is Ryan, I am currently not at the phone right now. Please leave a message.” So I left a message, “Hey Ryan, its Joe. I called to tell you that

It was a warm crisp day; with red and yellow leaves scattered down the path. I was alone, which isn't a surprise because I don't have many friend. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a tall, blond haired, blue eyed girl with the brightest smile.Leah just happened to be my best and only true friend. You know what they say, every brunette needs a blonde best friend. Even though I didn't have much I had a loving family and a best friend, what else would I need. Our lives were perfect, until the morning of October 12. October 12, the day he showed up. He was a new kid named Gage. Gage was a junior just like us and had the first class of the day with leah and I. We gave him a tour of the school and told him the basic new kid story. Ya know, if you need anything just ask and ill help, that kinda spill. Everything was normal then Leah and Gage started hanging out more, just like we use to. As time went on they got closer and me and leah got farther apart. I would sit with them at lunch but that was basically it after Gage showed up. I was happy for her, she found someone who loved her for who she was.

Most people often talk about all the exciting and fun things they did with their best friends. Things such as, girls night out, nail and spa day, but not me. My best friend is my brother, we use to do everything together, but we definitely never had a spa day or anything girly like that because he was to “manly” for it. As siblings, we didn’t always get along very well, but we still loved each other. We had a relationship that is built on trust and a bit of sibling rivalry. But what brother and sister doesn’t fight. When we were younger we always tried coming up with games such as cops and robbers, and in the end I would somehow end up tied or locked in the basement. To me it really didn’t matter what game we played as long as we were together. Like many siblings our rough housing went a little too far sometimes, one time I bit my brothers back and left teeth marks, but later he knocked out my tooth. So our punishments for hurting each other was having to love each other, in a way. My mom took duct tape and taped one arm and one leg together and we had to spend 3 hours taped together or until we could figure out how to love each other and be nice again. My brother and I have always been super close.

To speak two different languages is such a impressive trait to have. One of my best friends is bilingual and she amazes me. Her name is Evelyn and I met her four years ago. I was eleven when we first met and she was ten. She lives in Montevideo, Uruguay. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. It was like a gigantic family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

First of all, this isn’t a guilt trip or me blaming anyone or anything like that. I don’t expect a reply, hell I don’t even expect you to read it, but if you do read it please read it well and try to understand it. Please don’t get angry or upset, not that I think you will. I just need to get everything off my chest, so please just allowed me to do that.

Leonard Robin Madejas has been one of my best friends for over ten years. We met each other in preschool and even though we did not have the same teacher, we had recess together and would play tag with all our friends. He was born a three months after me in December, so I have always been barely older than him. It was not till about two years ago that I realized how good of a friend he has been for me. He has a big family of five brothers, one sister, and three dogs. I always go to his house to hang out with him and his brothers and sometimes they all will come to my house. We have created tons of random words like “huzzabuzah”, “dalsh”, and “Biemm” that only him, some of his brothers, and some of our others friends know the true meaning behind the words. They are silly words but they bring back memories to places we have been to or times of our lives such as middle school or freshman year. He is always listening to music and we like a lot of the same types of songs. Leonard has been such a great friend to me that he is like a brother to me. I am eager for our future families to visit each other and talk about the shenanigans that we would get ourselves into and converse about all the good times too.