The Best Years

Each day that passes, we are adding to the amount of years in our lifetime. No matter how old or how young someone may be, we do have something in common. That thing is that we all have good days, but sometimes we all have bad days. But in the midst of it all, some of the days aren’t quite as bad as they may seem. With a positive mindset, and positive energy, everyday can be a good day. For me, my best year was 2011. That was the year that proved to me that a positive mind and energy can completely

The Best Year in History? In “Why 2017 Was the Best Year in Human History,” Nicholas Kristof explains why 2017 was on of the best years in history. More specifically, Kristof argues that each year is getting better and less people are dying. He writes, “A smaller share of the world’s people were hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before.” Additionally, Kristof adds, “...the lives of more than 100 million children have been saved by vaccinations, diarrhea treatment, breast-feeding

be the best years of my life. I never exactly understood why, but I knew enough to know to enjoy my childhood while it lasted, which seemed endless at the time. As I grew older and entered new stages of my life, I was no longer told that childhood would be the best years of my life. In middle school, I was told that high school would be the best years, but by freshman year I began hearing that the best years are really in college. It seemed that every time I reached my supposed “best years” I was

“The Best Years” Paper “I tell you people are happiest where they’ve had their children and struggled along and been real folks, and not tourists.” Mrs. Ferguesson says to Miss Knightley, when she visits her after 20 years. Mrs. Ferguesson instilled this in her children as well, they all found happiness in each other. Her daughter, Lesley Ferguesson, was a young teacher who taught a class far from the family and began to grow homesick. Miss Knightly takes her young friend, Lesley, home for the

girls were up from a nap and fed. Josh often brings the car and whichever child is left at home to play at the library and drive me home. Sitting snuggled with my littlest, I picked up the book Your Best Year Ever by Michael Hyatt. The title caught my eye because this was my mom's mantra in her final year as principal of her school. This book was a positive and inspiring read filled with a few poignant nuggets of knowledge to jump start my annual summer recharge and reflection muscles moving as the

my twenties, I believed it was the best time of my life. During my thirties, I thought it couldn’t get any better and these had to be the best years for anyone growing up. At the half mark of my forties, I am sure this is the peak of happiness! In truth, my happiness started when God introduced me to my husband on June 9, 1990. We joined hands and received the Sacrament of Matrimony at exactly ten years later on June 10, 2000. We have been best friends for 26 years and our love grows deeper and stronger

nothing there, that was the day in my mind that she left this earth. Her body remained but she was already gone. It got worse as years passed, for a short while she lived in our home, having a constant reminder of her disease was heartbreaking and watching her struggle to put together who you were was incredibly hard to watch. she struggled with this disease for ten long years until she left us completely and was free to go where she always wanted to be,

In “Why 2017 Was the Best Year in Human History,” Kelly Gallagher points out why she believes 2017 was the best year in human history. More specifically, Kelly argues that 2017 was the best year despite the downs that have had an affect on society. She writes, “A smaller share of the world’s people hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before.” Additionally, she says that a smaller amount of children died than ever before. In this passage, Kelly is suggesting that society should also

The year was 1852, the best year of my life, when I met her, but first let me start from the beginning. First of all I am Edwin, hi. At the time of 1852 I was twelve years old, living in Victorian England, with my family. My family consisted of my father, mother, and I. We were very poor and trying to survive, so my father worked in the coal mine, my mom worked in a factory, and I worked as a chimney sweeper. Since I was twelve it was my last year as a chimney sweeper, since I was outgrowing the

I also benefitted from the coach knowing me. She wouldn’t cut me from the team. There was no doubt in my mind that my seventh grade year was going to be the best and I was going to make the team. The school day had finally ended, and the loud siren indicating the end the class had gone off temporarily deafening everyone in the building. I was super anxious walking down the hall to the gym. I asked