“I am really sorry, but I had too,” I said “I just can’t believe you would go behind my back like that and tell on me,” She said. “I know you are mad, but you really did need help. I know this isn’t how you wanted it but-” “You didn’t need to tell the school. Now I have to talk to them about stuff that doesn’t even affect them.” “I know. But, someone else needed to know.” In middle school, telling the school on someone was the ultimate sign of betrayal. Yet, I had to make this betrayal to help someone. While her resentment was fierce for a few months, I ultimately made the right decision, and she was eventually able to see that. I had to make the tough choice and cause more pain immediately in order to minimize the final amount …show more content…
When we walked passed each other my smiles went unanswered and so did my eye contact. Texts went unanswered and social situations with each other were avoided. But one day she finally looked me in the eyes and smiled in passing. The small action started to mend the broken bridge between us. As the eye contact and smiles became more comfortable, finally she spoke to me. “I’m sorry I freaked out,” she said while avoiding the newfound eye contact we has just created. “It’s fine. I get it.”
As I matured I was able to see ahead better than I previously was able to. I could see the inevitable larger conflict that would come out of valuing the short term over the long term, and I was able to see the short-term conflict as mendable, and the long term ones as irreparable. The short-term conflict seemed unimportant compared to the long-term conflict that ignoring the problem would cause. I was able to learn to spare pain instead of short-term feelings, which would have been ultimately inconsequential in the
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I was never able to think of the pain that is caused when you look in the mirror and realize that you have a hair out of place, or something on your shirt all day. I was never able to value the pain of someone not telling me over the pain that being told of these things as soon as possible. I always wanted to find out on my own, even though the second you look in the mirror and see something in your teeth the first thing you think is “why didn’t anyone tell me?”
As I grew older I was able to start to see the love in every one of those statements. Those little acts of love began to be my favorite kind of love, and I began to work them into my vernacular. I realized that these little comments were done because they care about you; if you do not care about someone you have absolutely no concern if they have something in their teeth or if they have a tag on their shirt, you have less of a need to make sure they do not experience that pain.
I was able to see these little comments as personal betterment. I then had the ability to turn these small statements into bigger ones. I no longer just ignored things that were wrong. I saw these actions as ones of
As I revisit my past, I realize that every decision I made created a rough road for my passage into adulthood. I became a waitress at 15 years old; which at that time was considered the second most stressful job in America, the first being Air Traffic Controller. Additionally, I quit school at 16 years old; needing more time to be able to support myself. Moreover, I began a relationship with a man that was ten years older than me. These three major decisions in my life created complicated life options in my adult life. For instance, when I turned 44 years old, being a server severely damaged my back; causing me to endure back surgery; thus, giving me few career choices until I can retire. Lastly, my selection in a mate resulted in having a baby; which changed every aspect for the rest of my
‘ "Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone," he told me, "just remember the advantages that you 've had..." In consequence I 'm inclined to reserve all judgments.’
"It's nothing, just see you later and trust me you really don't have to act like you know me when were in school."
“Well if you don’t want me to say the truth, I might as well not say anything at all,” she said, heading over to Ariel as if nothing was wrong and her wearing a stupid hat was a regular occurrence.
I cut him off. “I am done with this it is not going to help if you do not believe me.”
He doesn’t mean to go around being mean and judging others, do it in a rational way at the appropriate moment. Plus, don’t get mad if they don’t take your advice on a certain subject.
I look back at some of your sayings and at the time I did not comprehend them, but now knowing your story I understand your intention. For instance, the time my friends made fun of my roller skates and you said with disgust “Friends? Your friends?...If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! (Spiegelman 6). As a boy, admittedly that was a bit much, but I get the meaning now.
These little considerate actions which I had noticed during the phone call and the three minutes I had met him, inspired me to ask if he had always been so considerate. He looked surprised. “I have never thought myself considerate,” he said slowly, “I am often told that I am too frank with my words. Before I make my opinion on something, I look at it from all perspectives to check that it is perfectly reasonable and logical. But once I make it, I say it without stopping to think if people who think otherwise will be hurt by my words.”
The first thing I did after reading that quote was cry. I cried for the times I have made withdrawals from the lives of those I encounter because of my snarky words. And I cried as I remembered the snarky words others have spoken to me. Then I gave it all to Jesus and asked Him to help me to always speak life into everyone I talk to.
Over the years of my life I have matured greatly, I have matured in many different ways. Unlike my little brother who has a lot of maturing to go, in my thirteen years I have outgrown many activities that used to be funny. I have mature mentally while deer hunting and in my school work. I have also matured morally in the sports that I play.
I noticed that I must have done something wrong for the people to be having problems with me. I was ignorant and defensive, reacting over the smallest things, and I took everything negative they said to heart.
From adolescence to late adulthood, our lives change drastically. Our goals, achievements and conceptions of life differentiate as we mature. As we grow older, we no longer concern ourselves with self-identity or the opinions of others, but instead we focus on our accomplishments and evaluate our life (if we lived a meaningful life). From adolescence to late adulthood, we experience different developmental tasks at a particular place in our life span.
I nodded, then looked her in the eye. "You know, I only told you about those stories because I trust you."
In the breathtaking place that’s named New York City. There is the usual crowd of men and women rushing to get to work on time. People yelling for a Taxi, people talking on phones, some people texting, and busses honking are all happening at once. But, some people don’t have to suffer through the rush. Such as these kids that have to go to the honor council. The honor council is like a courtroom, but for middle schoolers instead of grown men and women.
Over the course of my life I have had many life experiences which have made me who I am today. When I was in my middle childhood, most of my life revolved around playing and having fun. I did not have to put forth effort in hardly any area of my life or work hard in order to achieve specific goals. As time went on however, my own life experiences began to have an effect on me, and shape the person I am today. My life started to change the most during middle childhood when I was around the age of seven years old. At this point in my life, I had to adjust to several big changes.