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Life is a Las Vegas storm, it is beautiful at times but very unpredictable and without warning will change in the blink of an eye, as William’s did. The life of William Mootz was unexpectedly taken in an early chapter of his life. Most of the friendships Will made carried on with him till the day he died, the rest of us were left here to deal with his death and move on. Our friendship was not the strongest, but it began seven years ago when I first began attending middle school. William lived less than ten houses away from me so I would see him and his posse riding bikes down the street as well as the wash behind our neighborhood. One day, after seeing Will and his friends riding bikes in the mesa, by our school, they showed up at my front door wondering if I wanted to ride bikes with them, it …show more content…
As time went on our friendship grew, but once William moved on to high school our friendship greatly diminished because of his involvement in school clubs and sports such as; wrestling and choir. Once I arrived to Green Valley High School our friendship was revived for a short time, since we would see each other around school. Then in the summer of my sophomore year things took a turn for the worst. The day was much different than the stereotypical summer day, due to the blackened sky and the very light rainfall that would turn deadly. On Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012, Las Vegas was hit with one of the worst storms in decades, with rainfall measuring in at 1.61 inches. On the way back from eating breakfast with my two cousins we noticed the miniscule droplets of rain turn into a down pour in a matter of minutes. We decided to stop by the Pitman wash to see the flood waters traveling down the channel. While watching this raging river, we were approached by a man who was under the impression he saw someone in the fast moving water. My cousins and I looked at one another in disbelief, we could not understand why any sane person
I had a friend a best friend his name is Jimmy and we were always doing things together. About twenty years ago we made an appointment to meet up in twenty years. I had to follow through so I was there at almost ten o clock twenty years from when we parted.
“August 2000, our family of six was on the way to a wedding. It was a rainy day, and Gregg was not familiar with the area. The car hit standing water in the high-way, and started hydro-planing. Greg lost control of the car. Then, the car went backwards down into a ditch and started sliding on its wheels sideways. After sliding for 100 feet or so, the car flipped, at least once. After flipping, the car came to rest on its wheels, and the passenger window broke out.
These 70 photographs serve as evidence to what happens in times when young and incident people get in the wreckage by a drunk driver. He was at the scene of a fender bender where 19-year-old Katie Lentd, caught in her ruined auto, was hit by a drunk driver. Sheriff 's deputy Richard Adair won 't overlook it when that fire chief swung to him in despondency . He was concerned. Because he was out of options. The tools weren 't working in a time of need. She had been trapped in her car for an hour with no hope of getting out. Katie Lentd had one request, to pray with the rescuers out loud. Everyone saw in amidst of the rows of corn, at the scene blocked off for nearly a mile, a man appears. He was dressed with a black priest 's shirt, with a white collar. He had a small little white container of anointment oil, that 's what it appeared to be. He inquired as to whether he could anoint the young lady in the auto. Whether it was a priest serving as an angel, or an actual angel, he was an angel to all those and to Katie. It is peculiar that with everyone seeing this strange man, there is not one picture of him. It’s important for reporters and documentary photographers to find at least one picture of David Muir because it makes the life experience more real
Then on January 18th we started texting about our issues. My friend had not been very nice lately, and she had changed since she was my buddy in crime in elementary school. So, we started texting about our issues. I was about to send the text, “Gtg”, and go downstairs for dinner, when she sent a text saying, “I don’t think we should be best friends anymore.” As soon as the text lit up on my phone screen, I started sobbing. I was heartbroken, destroyed, and most of all, disappointed. My best friend since 2nd grade had told me she didn’t want to be my best friend anymore, and ever since then, it really did feel like that. I was lucky if I ever felt that we were just acquaintances. This text devastated me. In most situation, if you make a friend in early elementary school, usually you’re friends and you stay friends forever, and get closer year by year. But, in my case, that fate did not happen. My best friend turned around on me and said she didn’t want to be my best friend anymore. So I realized that even though friends can promise things, you never know what will happen to a friendship five years in the future, but if friends are loyal to you, a friendship could last a
Allison and I still enjoyed being with our friends with the only difference being Shane who had started hanging out with a rougher crowd at school. The rest of us were considering him to be less of a friend and more of an acquaintance. That was mainly because his attitude had really changed and he wanted to fit into the image his new group of friends had. He
I entered the car as rain sprinkled around my body striking it with cold water. I was on my way to get a Laptop from a Guy I met from Offer Up. I told my Sister “our destination is in the Woodlands” her eyes opened as if she saw something terrifying she responded “If I get my car stuck, you’re buying me a new car”. On our way there i saw that everything was covered with water, San Jacinto river was all the way up to the point that it reached the top of the bridge I thought we were on Galveston for a second.
My hero is Lionel Sternberger because he invented the most delicious food in the world. The Cheeseburger! In 1926 Lionel Sternberger was experimenting and he dropped and piece of american cheese onto a hamburger patty. Then later called it the Cheeseburger. To me Cheeseburgers are like little drops of heaven.
They fought with us for the boy we both liked in high school, and this caused to a cat-fight and friendship to end. Childhood friend, Mary, she had our backs and knew our most daring secrets but after she saw a better friend who gave tickets her to see her favorite band, she forgot all about us. The best friend that moved away to the United States with her whole family leaving our heart broken. In addition, Felicia, the hyperactive girl that was in kindergarten with us, who used to share all her food went to a different middle school and the friendship drifted
It all started on the day of my birth on August 7 2001. I was born in mass general hospital in methuen,ma. My mother is Berky Gray and my father is Mark Alan Gray. When i was born my parents and doctors were amazed at what they saw. MY eyes had these designs that were very strange. Doctors performed test after test and yet nothing came up. So they dismissed it and i went home with my mother and father. I met my brothers Mark and Steven. They asked “what's wrong with him they said” but my parents said nothing. As i grew i was always abnormal. I had strengths beyond comprehension, i was the fastest man on earth, most of all i could control my chakra and convert it with nature so i could manipulate fire,water,earth,lighting and other natural elements. This started getting really noticeable by age 10.
It was the last week of summer when I spoke to him again. That would 've been the first time in two years. You would think talking to someone who you haven 't talked to in such a long time would be a special and heart-warming, but no, no- seeing Grayson was the opposite. Who would 've thought that my best friend, the one who used to treat me like his princess, would 've turned out to be a complete asstard.
In the beginning, once I found that one friend I thought would always be there and never turn his back on me, had been my best friend since head start, but then took me for granted and did not even acknowledge my existence anymore. That one friend I trusted with everything in me, the one I told my problems to and got advice to fix them, had jolted my right in the back. He just disappeared and left me with nothing but memories of us being together. Those things that happened made me turn my back even though I viewed him as a true friend, even more, a brother. I could not even believe in the least bit that he would do this to me, but as time went on, I changed and kept asking myself if it is for the best to forget about it. Although I did not know why he did such a thing that would lead up to us not communicati...
Friendship: the most important part of our high school years that we cherish the most. Every good friend that has come into our lives, like footsteps that we encounter along a walk on a beach, leaves us with a different perspective of who we really are. The activities that we are involved in throughout high school introduce us to life changing friends. My freshman year, during track, I met one of those special friends. We ran the same distance races; together we shared that special bond as teammates. She's always been an extraordinary athlete, who runs with her heart, who I have always looked up to. At the district championships we were warming down together. I told her how she inspired me and that I felt that she was my hero. The next thing I knew I found myself singing. She made me stop before I could finish, otherwise she would have started to cry.
My 14-year-old next-door neighbor, Jeremy Panther, befriended me as soon as we moved into our meth lab home. We hung out inside the residence when my folks left (No, he didn’t stroke my special place, okay).
Tehen all of a sudden out of nowhere this former friend is never spoken again
In the beginning of his sophomore year, the knee problems came back, and with a vengeance. He had to leave school again after the first quarter. It was saddening to have to miss him again. But some of my fondest memories of this year were when three of us stormed his house as a trio and dragged him out to take him to movies, parties, etc. The feeling of completion that he brings to our circle really reinforces my feelings that we're all the best of friends.