The Endless Power Friendship

Some of the most import people in your life, Friends.

“Sometimes you have to lose the small battles to win the war.” 

-Sun Tzu

    Friends are with you to the end. They helped me through the toughest part of my life. When my grandmother passed away, my friends were there with me to the end. They sat with me, made me smile, sent me gifts. 

    One friend was stood out to me the most. My family friend, Breadon, he’s so close to us, we call him a cousin. Trust me he could make a dead man smile. When I was sitting with my head in my hands, he went over and converted me without being asked too, and in a couple minutes, I was smiling.

    It was a cold fall day, silent as a mouse I was sitting in the ever quiet funeral home, barely breathing, barely thinking, barely holding back my tears. Relentless waves of family and friends came to me and wished me the best. But no one could cheer me up, or make me feel remotely faster. Then they showed up. They knew my grandmother almost as well as I did, but he, Breadon, put me first, and sat down next to me. Just that simple act made me feel a little bit better, then he started talking to me. At first i wanted him to stop, I couldn’t listen to jokes, but he overpowered me. Soon, I was laughing and smiling. 

    Without friends, without uncontrollable laughter, without love. I don’t know if I would be the same today. If he didn’t cheer me up then, and in the upcoming days, I would still be in that mindless trance I was before he showed up. 

    Friends are with you to the end. The end might be soon, it might be in a while, but that is uncontrollable, so in the time you have left in this world, make the best of it. Laugh a lot, smile, love, but most importantly, be the friend that will never leave.

The Power of Place

The endless expanse of ocean

”Your never going to get a spouse if you yawn like that on a date.”

-Fitz

The endless ocean is home to our hearts. The ocean can take endless amounts from you, but for me, it gives me peace and a home when I feel homeless. The ocean is a special place, nowhere else in the known universe has anything like it. Looking out into the endless blue 50 miles off shore at 4 in the morning is something that few get to experience, but it is an experience unlike anything else. It reminds me of how small the mistakes that we think are huge really are in a scale of things, and that’s beautiful. Looking at the rolling masses of water tossing our boat around finally brought me back from the clouds. Sitting out on a small center consul boat in the freezing waters of New England with shore no where to be found, is terrifying, at least for most people. For me theres nothing quite like it. It brings me to complete peace, which in today’s world is a very hard thing to find. The shout of “Tuna!” Brought me out of my trance. Off in the distance I saw it, a incredible splash and a massive tail. A monster yellow fin, at least, that’s what we thought it was. As we got closer we saw that there were a lot. Everywhere. 

“Are you kidding me!” The captain of the boat exclaimed. But being a fisher, you can assumed that there was some other words in there.

It was a school of dolphin. Running up to the front of the boat, was something I can not put into words. The curious creatures swam right up to a spot where i could have touched them. This went on for nearly 30 minutes. Where I felt truly free. The wind slapping me, the sea mist blanketing my skin, the beautiful animals right near me. It didn’t matter that no Tuna where put on board our boat. The experience I had, and have had many times, I would not trade for anything. Sometimes moments such as these are worth more than any amount of money. Most people have never had an experience like this, and I feel bad for them. That small 30 minute experience brightened my life for over a week. So I think it’s safe to say. The little things in life, often change your life the most.

This Year

Ugh, school is back in session

“I’m basically a shop teacher teaching English.”

-Fitz

So far, this year has been, meh. It hasn’t been bad, but the summer blues are still present. Other than that, the year is, not that bad. I miss free time, getting home at 6:10 is tough, because I don’t have any time for friends or relaxation, especially on Thursdays. Thursday is one of my hockey practices, I get home at 6:10 and need to be out the door by 6:30. Not fun. Especially because I have to do homework, we don’t have study hall on Thursday, so I have to do it after hockey, at 9:30. Without the sugar from donuts on Friday morning, i’m not sure I would be able to make it through the day without a nap. On other days it’s okay, my homework’s usually done by 7-8, so I can relax a little bit. 

I remember last year, thinking 5 was late for getting home. I would take more homework for an earlier dismissal any day.

The actual day, surprisingly doesn’t feel that long, we still have the same amount of classes, we just add an extra one after lunch, and sports are longer. In that sense the day feels about the same, but my classes are incredibly harder, especially Latin. 

During the school day though, is a different subject. About 3 times every class I think lunch is next, and get my hopes crushed. About 5 times every class I check to see which class is next, and then forget as I make a mad dash to the Schoolhouse when it turns out my class in the Campus Center. Other than these the day is not much of a struggle, but being home relaxing in the summer is still greatly missed.

My Moms Open Arms

You don’t have to openly show your love to them, but they will always love you back.

”Sometimes we need to lose the small battles to win the war.”

-Sun Tzu

It was my mom who hugged me when I was down. When I was down and didn’t believe in myself, my mom opened her arms, and I knew that with her, everything would be okay. My mom would always cheer me up no matter what I have done to her. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. I couldn’t form words, or think straight. That Thursday night ride home from hockey was a low point in my entire life, because the moment I got home, I found out on of my greatest influences passed away, my grandmother. When I got home after that long car ride from the Edge in Bedford, my moms eyes where puffy and red.

“What happened?” I asked looking around for my other family members. 

“Sit down,” my mom told me, “Mena fell, she, she’s gone.”

You could hear my heart shatter when those words left her lips. I didn’t think I would be able to make it, and then she embraced me. It’s funny to think that something as small as a hug, can change everything. My heart broken, my eyes filled with oceans of water, but when my mom opened her arms to me, I knew, no matter how tough this is going to be, I will make it through. She didn’t care about herself, she didn’t care that the same thing happened to her too, she was only looking out for me. In the days where I couldn’t do anything, she became stronger, she held her tears back, and eventually I did the same. Without the open arms and warm hugs my mom gave me, I don’t know how much longer it would have taken to fight the tears. The hard times aren’t over, they have only just begun, but through it all, my mom has opened her arms and embraced me to keep me strong, and that means everything to me.