Narrative Essay About My Worst Enemy

My worst enemy is my memory. No matter how hard I try to bury my thoughts, they always found a way to resurface. As I remember the popular saying ‘You only live once’, I also remember that was Caleb’s special way of living. All he ever wanted was to live life to the fullest while inspiring the people around him. With time, Caleb’s passing made me learn to appreciate and cherish the people I truly love and the moments spent with them. Before meeting Caleb, I would say I was not very appreciated of the people I knew. I was extremely close with my family but never thought to really appreciate the times spent together. I always thought my friends and family were invincible and that I would have them forever. Never did I understand or feel the …show more content…
Although I had already went through six classes that day I was still pretty nervous. I entered the classroom and found my assigned seat. It was next a little white guy who could not stop smiling at me. I was already nervous about starting a new school and with him smiling had made me even more uncomfortable. I turned my head and he said, “I’m sorry”. I turned back to him and he’s smiling. “I’m sorry. My name is Caleb”, he said. From that very moment, we became friends. We went on to enjoy the rest of seventh grade year until I had to switch schools again. It was the same district but we would now be rivals. I was upset at the fact that I was not only moving again but I was also moving away from Caleb. He was one of the few people who actually helped me get use to our school. Although I had moved away Caleb stayed in touch. We went from talking and texting every day to “talk to you when I can”. I had started my new school and unbelievably I liked it right away. I was busy with clubs and softball while Caleb was busy with football and basketball. Our involvement with school made us pretty during that period. During those two years of being apart, we went from “talk to you when I can” to not talking at …show more content…
Eventually I learned that losing Caleb was an eye-opening event for me. Not only did I learn to appreciate my family and friends more, but I learned to also cherish even the little things about them. Within the following month of losing him along with our classmate, the city came up with the saying, ‘It’s sweet being rich’, in their honor. The saying to me does not imply being rich off money but instead rich off genuine love and support. Losing Caleb changed me in so many ways. Now I always give thanks to God for the time he gave me to build memories with such a selfless and inspiring young