Friday, May 31, 2019
My Angels :: Personal Narrative
My AngelsIt wasnt until I started to write this testimony that I realized that there are two special(a) angels in my life. One in heaven and one on Earth. I had the general reasoning of any teenager run to your closest friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, family, teachers for solutions to your problems, or for guidance, precisely thats not eternally so. Sure, some good friends and family are close enough to relate to, but its the people that can read your face like a book that I am speaking of. The people that always bring a smile to your face even when youre in your deepest turmoil. These are your angels.Adam has been and always will be my angel. He was my salvation when I was weak, my shoulder to weep on, a joker, and an all around nice guy. If if it werent for him I probably wouldnt have auditioned for Juilliard a few weeks back. I owe so much to him, but the biggest thanks I could ever give would be his persistent manner in getting me to audition for the drama plays. I hav e always had a passion for drama but didnt want to pursue it in St. Paul. I was so dispirited about leaving all my friends behind at Whittier, that when I came here I didnt even give up---- I just didnt start at all. It wasnt until my initial week of school that I met Adam, the boy who smiled from ear to ear... Little did I know that he would be the best friend I would make at St. Paul, and the first to leave me behind. Over the next two years we had gotten incredibly close. We went out for weekends, celebrated his 15th birthday with Andrea and Crystal, and Miguel---his closest friends. We helped each other with our birth problems, family problems, school mishaps... We were each others alter egos when we went out. We had a conversation over the Internet a week before he died. He was so mad that I hadnt auditioned for the musical that he forced me to join crew (which a few weeks previous I had). That night we were talking about all these pranks we would play on the cast and crew, and the cast party to be had, and all the fun.
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