My Biggest Fear Is It 's Big Or Small Everyone Has A Fear?

Of course like all people, our fears have loopholes of some kind. For example, if I am already comfortable with someone, like my best friend that i've known for four years, I do not have a problem talking to her. We all deal with our imagination in different ways and for some it is worse than others.

Few relationships are as special as the bond between sisters. Siblings know us greater than even we know ourselves sometimes; it’s through this insight, their insight, that we can see ourselves better and grow into who we aspire to be. My relationship with my sister is no exception; she’s my best friend. She’s a part of why I am who I am today, and it all started with a name.

My worst fear is getting shots. This arose when I was two years old, and had many visits to the doctor’s office because there were concerns about my respiratory system. I had to have many blood tests, which weren’t only scary, but also were painful. The blood tests came out normal, but it was later discovered I had asthma. After I had a severe reaction to tree nuts at around five, I had to have even more blood tests to determine if I had other allergies.

I keep going to school to get a education but my sister Rebecca stayed home to help my mom because she is the oldest of us all. The 7 of us are still alive. I have 3 brothers who are Brian, Andrew, and Alex and I am the fourth one Miguel. I have 3 sisters Kylie, Natalie, and Jaydyn. The bullying got worse but I don’t care. We had no school this weekend so I went to help my mom in doing stuff. One day a tractor came and destroyed our shack because it was on private property. Then, I rebuild it somewhere not far from school rather close to it like 3 blocks away. Finally, I started earning money and bought a

I am Falisha May Graham, I was born April 28 1989 to Tammy Graham (Sims) and Roy Vernon Graham. I have an older sister Loretta Graham. Growing up was never easy for the two of us, you may be wondering why. Well it simply put as this my dad was mentally ill and had often left me and my older sister scared of him. We loved him but his mental illness brought out sides that drove my mind to block out leaving me with so few memories of my beloved dad. My mom would try to protect us by sending us to my grandmother’s house when he had his worst moments. So my grandmother helped raised us and became our shield whenever we needed it. Eventually the illness lead my mom to filling for two divorces, one they had gotten back together, but the other would

These girls were my family for about a year, but then we started having problems. I was causing drama that shouldn’t have even been a problem. As this group dissolved, I started to find myself. I realized that I had not always been the nicest to people. I hated that some people thought of me as someone that is rude or unkind. So I started to change that. I started working on being nice to everyone, even if I didn’t especially like the person. Eventually, people started to want to talk to me more and I started making close friends

When I was a kid, a girl lived next door to me. She was beautiful, graceful, and overall a kind person. Her name was Riley. I remember the times where I hung out with her. She was a cool girl who didn’t mind a boy hanging around with her. We often spent our time swinging on a rope in the park and playing tag. In time, I felt… attached to her. I wanted to tell her this. However, something happened.

It happened around thanksgiving brake, the day that changed my life… It started off a beautiful day, the sun was out, the kids were playing, mom was working in the garden, and my sister was in her room neglecting life. I woke up to a great day only for it to end a disaster! I started off with my daily routine on my week off; wake up at one in the afternoon, get up, take a shower, get some food, and then go outside. After my daily routine I walked in to clean the house while my mom was in the garden pulling weeds. I started off folding blankets, then I go to do the dishes and as soon as I start the door slams open. There she is Anna a ten year old girl who is my youngest sister’s best friend. She runs past me in a hurry to the bathroom, however

I have been friends with Danielle Lennon since kindergarten. Our families are close because our younger sisters are also best friends. __ Though our families are close we are very different.

Middle school, a place with lots of people and gossip. It’s nothing to fuss about it’s just life. When I was in middle school, I had my older brother Terrell there with me. We didn’t see one another a lot, but it was ok. he and I were very close and did lots of things together, you could even say he was my best friend. The first day I wasn’t really aghast at all he told me very good things and made it easy. Every year was new but the only thing I didn’t appreciate about school was that my cousins didn’t go with me. from k4 to 2nd grade we always went to school together. I guess you can say I was still antisocial, I didn’t want anyone but my brother and cousins. We’d see each other all the time on the weekends and have sleepovers and all

I’ve known Venus since she was born. She’s so beautiful and the youngest in their family and they used to live two doors away from us. We used to call her Nono when we were kids, you know how each one had some sort of nicknames. Anyway, Venus is my cousin, her father was my father’s brother (in spirit, because they grew up together). Venus and her siblings (4 of them) and us (also, 4 of us) were really, really close, as in best mates in everything. We played together, went on holidays together, did all the usual teen-ager fun, parties, secrets, messing around, experiments, and on and on. We shared a lot of experience and memories. Now we are all in different places with our own families, but we still keep contact and through social media, have

I come from a four-person family. My mom and dad have always been in my life therefore they are the people who raised me. After seeing my parents have a successful marriage, it has influenced me to want the same thing in life and having my first marriage be my last. I have an older sister who is 23. While growing up, me and my sister had a very close relationship. As we grew up, we started to drift apart. I learned a lot from being the youngest child. While being 3 years younger than my sister Taylor, watching her grow up and deal with situations taught me many personal life lessons. Watching her grow up taught me the good and bad things in life and helped me follow the right path. While going through school, I already knew what to expect when it came to the class description and the teacher just by having my sister go through it just a couple years before me. Even though being the younger sister, my whole life is all I know, I couldn’t imagine

I remember my freshman year in high school, everything seemed so foreign to me. I remember how different the classes were from the year before and how much more mature I felt just stepping foot in this school. I remember looking up to all of the upperclassmen and thinking about how they literally could probably squish me like a bug.

Sick people are the most disgusting of my fears. When people come to school when they're sick it scares and annoys me so much because they have the potential to infect everyone in the school. When a person is sick then they're usually uglier than they usually are, and ugly people scare me in general. Sick people usually tend to hang around people more than they usually do because they don't like the fact that they're contagious and no one wants to be around them, therefore they cling more. Sick people are kind of like mini computer viruses, they go around and infect people just like viruses do. When I am around a sick person i cover up my face with my hand and run away.

My largest obstacle in this life will always be my own anxiety-ridden mind. Conquering my fears is one of the most terrifying, wonderful, and encouraging things I can achieve. Nevertheless, it is a difficult goal to reach. It is as if a battle is continually being waged in my head whenever I face something unfamiliar. Once these worries set in I retreat into myself, believing I must conquer my fears alone. This is a difficult idea to break free of, remembering that I am not alone, that someone much larger than I can, and will help, becomes almost impossible. However, God is not one to stand by while his children hurt, when I am falling to pieces, God always steps in, one way or another, to remind me that I am, and I never will be, alone. I am glad I have this apprehension because it motivates me and makes life much more gratifying. This fear has brought me closer to God in many ways, anxiety serves as a reminder that I need to let go and give every worry to the Lord. I believe, when I control my fears instead of running from them, I improve as a Christian and am able to accomplish more in life.