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 Melissa. .
Melissa was more than my neighbor. She was more than my mentor. She was my best friend. Melissa lived three houses down from me when I moved into a new neighborhood. She made moving to a new neighborhood a lot easier. She was one of those people who was friends with everybody. She was friends with everyone because she was so special. She was always in a good mood, always had something pleasant to say, and no matter what was going on, she could get you to smile. Melissa was a few years older than me but we were both young. I was in the fifth grade and she was in junior high when we met. She was tall for her age and practically towered over me. She almost always kept her long golden hair pulled back into a ponytail because she was a bit of a tomboy and liked to be athletic. But when she let it down and it waved in the gentle breeze, there was no doubt she was a girl. Her facial features were very soft, yet if you met her once, you would never forget her name. She also had the deepest green eyes that would sparkle so bright when she flashed her pearly white teeth, she would light up an entire room. Everywhere she was, there would be laughter, smiles and happiness spreading out like some sort of delightful virus. She would listen to you. She would be your friend, even if she just met you. I can not remember a time when she had something unpleasant to say about someone. That was one of many valuable lessons I learned from her and have made Apart of my life. She seemed to know everything. Anytime I had a perplexing question I knew she would know what to tell me.
My Friend Melissa Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? ... Melissa was more than my neighbor. ... She was my best friend. ... Melissa was a truly amazing friend. ... I know for a fact that my life and my attitudes toward life would be different if I had never known Melissa. ...
My cousin Melissa was a popular bright young girl. ... When my family heard about Melissa's problem we drove to down to Long Island (where Melissa's family lives) to visit her. ... It is also important not to act as their therapist, but just as a friend or loving family member. ... Melissa's emaciated body reminded me of my grandparents during the Holocaust. ... I could imagine my grandmother's horror when she saw Melissa starving herself exactly like my mother had done just a few years before....
My mom dropped me off in front of Kelly's crimson house with my friend Liz and we rushed inside to start getting ready. ... It was just about 1:30 in the morning, and Melissa, the older and more mature one of our little group, decided that we should go home. ... I'm not exactly sure how it worked out, but it was somehow decided that Melissa Liz and Lisa would go back to Kelly's by another ride. Kelly and I would go with Chris and his friend. ... Lisa quickly jumped in my place, eager to ride in the new car, and convinced me to wait for another ride with Melissa and Liz. ...
The personality types I am most familiar with would have to be my closest friends and family. One personality I know like the back of my hand is my mother. For instances my mother is very talkative and likes to know everything that is going on. ... But my friend Melissa, who is always resting, has a completely different personality. ... The other personality I"m familiar with in my life is the one I do not get along with. ...
My father was Israeli and my mom always told me that if my father were alive, he would rip out my tongue ring. ... For example, I went down South Street with my best friend Stephanie who said that she really wanted to get something pierced and I did not believe her. ... My friend Steph wants another piercing and many of my male friends that have tattoos are already on their second or third ones. My friend Melissa is on her eighth butterfly tattoo. ... My friend Chad has the Star of David on his arm. ...
It is not very surprising to read about a 6-year-old who shot and killed a sibling or other child friend accidentally with their parents" gun. ... Many incidents occur when a child discovers a gun in the home while playing with friend or a sibling (Grossman, Reay, & Baker, 1999). ... My goal is to identify if educating our children about the dangers of playing with guns will indeed affect their decision of what action to take. ... It is my prediction that more than half of the participants will score either a 2 or a 3 and will be consistent in the 3. ... Informed Consent Date: ...
Each of the couples has a mutual friend, Ryan. ... It seems so strange for me to be the one person in my group of guy friends who is fully committed to a woman, my wife: Melissa. ... The most common one I hear is from my friend Drew. ... Melissa was now tacked onto me; my ball and chain. ... I've asked my friends this numerous times, and the fleeting answer is always, "I figured you were doing something with Melissa-. ...
