In 2011, I entered high school and made a lifelong friend I would like to tell you about, his name was Josh Childs. We met in my freshman year of high school and became closer over the years. We remained friends outside of school and continued to be friends even after I graduated. The bond Josh and I had developed been simple, he was very motivational! For example, Josh was an amazing two year wrestler when I joined the wrestling team my freshman year. It was a co-ed team, so Josh and I were allowed to partner up. He constantly tackled me to the ground as hard as he could! After, he would laugh at me and say, “Get up Nicole, stop being a baby.” Josh must have forgotten he was a heavy weight wrestler, which means he wrestled guys as big as 185lbs and over! Meanwhile, little ‘ol me was no more than 130lbs. Josh never showed any empathy for me, he teased me and always went too hard on me. Eventually I appreciated Josh for this, in and out of high school.
Josh was also there for me during my first wrestling match which was of course against a boy. I remember Josh’s voice going through me, yelling from the side “GET UP NICOLE! COM’ON! YOU CAN DO IT! GET UP NICOLE!!!” In that very moment, I got to my feet and used my favorite move I learned in practice, the headlock throw. I slammed the boy to the ground and I almost won my first …show more content…
The Proud. The Marines” was printed on the front of a postcard in big, bold letters. It was nothing more than the junk mail that normally came for me, but I never received something so inspiring. I could see half the face of the young man in uniform on the cover. He looked so intense, devoted and disciplined. “The few. The Proud. The Marines.” I silently read again, and in such few words I was ready to enroll into the Marines that day! So the very next day I ran to Josh and expressed my interested in joining the Marines. He was more than thrilled considering this is what he has been training for over the last couple of
Josh was also there for me during my first wrestling match which was of course against a boy. I remember Josh’s voice going through me, yelling from the side “GET UP NICOLE! COM’ON! YOU CAN DO IT! GET UP NICOLE!!!” In that very moment, I got to my feet and used my favorite move I learned in practice, the headlock throw. I slammed the boy to the ground and I almost won my first …show more content…
The Proud. The Marines” was printed on the front of a postcard in big, bold letters. It was nothing more than the junk mail that normally came for me, but I never received something so inspiring. I could see half the face of the young man in uniform on the cover. He looked so intense, devoted and disciplined. “The few. The Proud. The Marines.” I silently read again, and in such few words I was ready to enroll into the Marines that day! So the very next day I ran to Josh and expressed my interested in joining the Marines. He was more than thrilled considering this is what he has been training for over the last couple of