Essay on My Best Friend's Personal Struggles

She giggled. “I know he likes me. I wish he would just ask me out alread-”

I listen to patients and I address the issues that are most important to them. As the clinical director for the OAS community clinics at Ross University, I worked diligently with our faculty advisors to provide free clinical evaluations to the local Dominican community. We offered screening examinations for hypertension, diabetes and obesity. It was my responsibility to train the volunteers, set up the clinic, and to ensure that the clinic ran smoothly for both students and patients. The gratification that I got from promoting healthy living and disease prevention when participating in community clinics played a huge factor in motivating me to start a weekly weight management clinic with my mentor. This opportunity will allow me to continue to practice my clinical skills as I provide evaluations, education, treatment and consultation services to

Sarah Miller is a 42 year that is suffering with obesity, and a long history of diabetes. She is 5’5 weighting 450 pounds. She was diagnosed with diabetes at the early age of 20. Her current insulin dose is 10 unit’s regular insulin before lunch and dinner. Mrs. Miller complains lack of motivation, mild fatigue, depression, and difficulty losing weight. She states that she has gained a massive amount of weight since being placed on 10years ago. She has struggled with weight gain since childhood. Her weight has continued to increase over the past 9 years, and she is presently at the highest weight she has ever been. She has been hospitalized for difficulty breathing She states that every time she tries to cut down on her eating, she has symptoms

I remember how I felt that day, It's a feeling that continuously haunts me and no matter how hard I try to forget it always finds its way back into my mind. It's a mixture of hurt and anger because I never thought that someone so close could spread such a rumor. I would never do anything to hurt anyone, especially try to take my closest friends fiancé for myself. The reason for which she assumed that I was capable of doing that, is a puzzle that I am yet to solve. As despicable as this may seem, however, I am very thankful for this event, for her assumption has taught me a very valuable lesson.

In the article “Positive Lifestyle Choices Augment Weight-Loss Surgery” Patricia tells her staggering story about her weight loss. She has lost more than 163 pounds. There are many people who struggle with obesity. Weight loss surgery is an option for such individuals. Most who use weight loss surgery as a final option have tried diets and exercise only to be unsuccessful. It is very important to point out the fact that after undergoing the surgery it is obligatory to change one’s way of life. Patricia had been over weight since she was a child. She had never been an athlete, but she liked sports. The fear of being socially isolated because of fat was strong. She had a successful nursing career and was glad to help people to get over

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

We all have at special someone that has always been there for you. Someone who would jump in front of a train for you. Andrew a good friend of mine has always been there for me. He showed me that you are never going to make everyone happy, you can't stretch yourself too thin, and he taught me how to follow my dreams not anyone else's.

Throughout life like many others, you have friends and best friends come and go from your life whether you like it or not. Some of my closest friends moved away and slowly we began to disconnect. But, this was different for one of my closest friends Ray. Having met in first grade we had nearly grown up together and knew each other very well. But, throughout the last year of our last year of high school, things began to change that would make us start to drift apart.

When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are not working at all. My eye become camera when I see him. I only focused on him, accordingly everyone is blurry except him. His smile for me makes my heart tickle. Naturally, we also start to hang out after school. While I am waiting for him in front of my apartment smelling a fragrant spring breeze I start to concern about him. I could not hide my feeling anymore. I want to say that I like him as much as the size of the galaxy. CLANGING CLANGING, he appeared around the corner riding his bicycle. Bicycle wheels turn fast like as he is in hurry like Eui does. After he saw me he starts to smile at me while shaking hand with one hand that he is not holding a handle. His smile for me makes my heart tickle.

Casey Moss; it had taken me two years just to remember that name. Casey’s bright and bubbly personality is really hard to forget, but it did take me two years after I met her just to remember her name. The first time I met my best friend Casey was the beginning of sophomore year at El Capitan High School. Both of us had history class together with Mrs.Crooks. One day, Mrs.Crooks gave an assignment that involved each student to pair up with another student. Back then I did not know a single person in that class so I naturally panicked and scanned the room quickly for any person who did not have a partner. Casey was the first and only person I saw that day that seemed just as lonely and panicked as I was to find a partner. At that moment, I had stood up out of my chair and walked toward her. She was wearing the same type of clothes that she would wear today: blue jeans, a simple baggy t-shirt, and some black and white vans. She had porcelain freckled skin with straight chestnut hair that went past her shoulders and down to her back. When I had stopped directly in front of her desk she smelled of grapefruits and orchids from her favorite One Direction perfume called You and I. Her piercing burnt almond eyes stared straight into my soul and I asked her if she wanted to be my partner. Casey thankfully said yes in a soft-spoken tone and we properly introduced ourselves by shaking hands. Her hand felt clammy and her fingernails were chewed. However, from that day on that handshake

Nina Petrova was born in Basmanny Russia in 1997. Daughter of Orlov and Anna Petrova, young reckless revolutionary insurgents, she grew unloved and uncared for. She lived her first years surrounded by the most inadequate environment, always traveling from here to there with both her parents too involved in a coup d'etat, always seeking new ways to attack the government of Russia. Her parents never allowed her to go to school since they despised Russia’s educational system like proper anarchists. Also given that education in Russia is outdated they didn’t see any reason to enroll her in school. They no longer took in mind their daughter’s well being but instead only considered what was best for the revolution they were planning. At the time

Here I am, reminiscing on you, and proclaiming my ultimate love to you. I will always remember the delicate exterior you had, and here is a picture to remind us of you and me, before we had each other.

Everyone has friends, and usually they are people with similar personalities. Some are similar to the point that it is shocking. They seem to walk, talk and even eat the same. Others are so different that people wonder how they can stand each other, let alone be friends. That’s what people usually think of my best friend Gaby and I. Whenever we are together, I also wonder how we became so close. She and I are extremely different; our temperaments, personalities, and work ethics are on two opposite parts of a spectrum. But despite our differences we are very close; and we have become better people with the help of one another.

Have you ever been talented at something, enjoyed doing it and then witness someone else blow you out of the water? I know. That fascinating and frustrating feeling you get when experience someone completely beat you at your own game or is it just me that feels that way? Though it doesn’t sting as much when you witness that person pour countless hours, days, weeks, months, and years into perfecting Their passion and yet, even so, they still feel the need to put in more time and effort into it. That, my friend, is an obsession.

I remember the first time I saw her. She seemed so happy, so sure of herself. That, I thought, is what I want to be a part of. To my luck we soon became friends and I tried so hard to not mess it up. I wanted to spend my time with her, I wanted her to spend time with me, I knew from the start that I wanted her to be my best friend. After talking for a little while and gaining her trust we did become closer, but not by much, and not by enough.