I Had Not Once Learned Valuable Lessons in Life

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I had not once learned valuable lessons in life. One of the life lessons that I learned is to b

thankful and appreciate for those that around me. Maybe it is true that we do not appreciate wha

we had until we lost them and there are moments in life that when you miss someone so much t

you just want to pick them out from your dream and hug them for real. I did not experience thes

until my grandmother passed away.

My grandmother was the one that watches me grow up and takes care of me when I was alittle girl because my parents had to work and were away from home. She loved me so much tha

she would do anything for me but I did not realize this until she passed away. Since she was the

only adult at home she had to do all the household chores and takes care of me at the same time

Everyday after school, she would wait for me at the doorway and asks me what I wanted to eat fo

lunch and she would cook the food for me immediately. Every times when I go out to play with m

friends she would asks me where I was going and when I'm going to be home, so that she knows

when to prepare the dinner for me. As I grow older, I started to hate the way that she waits for m

everyday at the doorway and asks me where I was going. I told her that I am older now and that

doesn't have to treat me like a little girl anymore. However, she continued to act the same way ausual. One day when I came home from school and saw her standing there waiting for me, which

did not expected, I was very angry and had a big argument with her. I yelled at her and told her t

I am older now and that I do not need her anymore. She did not say anything to me and I ran ou

the house. I came home very late that night and walk up to my room quietly. I was surprised to f

a bow of rice and two plates of dishes on the table in my room. I did not eat the food and dump t

whole thing into the trash can. The next morning I woke up early and went to school without say

anything to her.

Two months later my parents decided to immigrate to America. My mother told me that m

grandmother said that she did not wanted to go with us to America because she felt that she is to

old and would just be an encumbrance for the family. I was depressed that I had to leave the pla

where I grew up but at the same time I was glad that my grandmother is not leaving with us. In

airport on the day that I was leaving, she told me to take care of myself when I get there and it is

first time that I saw her cried. I wanted to cry too when I saw the tears rolling down from her fac

but I turn my head away and did not even say good bye to her. After arrived in America, I was

occupied with learning English and did not call home to her even though I heard from my paren

that she became really sick after we left. I remember that it was on a cold December day when I

heard the news from my parents that my grandmother had passed away. After hearing the news

can not help it and the tears continue to roll down from my face. In my heart, I felt that somethi

that is always there is suddenly gone and I can not stop crying.

Four years had passed since my grandmother passed away. Every time when I look at her

pictures, the tears just begin to roll down from my face. I felt very regret for never apologize to h

for the argument that we had and all the strong words that I had said to her. I felt very regret for

never thank her for all the things that she had done for me. If, I had another chance, I would tell

that "I love you grandma."


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One of the life lessons thatI learned is to alwaysbe thankful and appreciate for the peoplethatarome and not take them for granted. Unfortunately, many people, including myself, tend to Maybe it istrue that we do not appreciate what we haveuntil we losethem entirely. Then later, there might commoments in our livesand there are moments in life that when you miss someone so much that you jwant to pick them out from your dream and hug them for real. Only then, it'll be too late to go back.not experience these until my grandmother passed away.


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When I was young, I used to ask myself, why did God create ants? I wanted to know why Go

created these tiny, annoying, wanna be cute creatures. But most importantly why did he give themultimate power to bite? That was what made me detest ants, their bites which I long suffered from, playing in the dirtiest of places. It was after one of such bites, that I experienced an excruciating paipain I had never felt before. I then decided to end it all and save the world by killing an ANT.

How I took my revenge? I could remember so vividly, I killed them with my bare hands,destroyed their newly built territoriesfrom the queens to the labourers, red to black, to the harmlesknow it had to be away from home (I did not want my mother to know I had committed such a crimeidentified a place at our back terrace with a big, old, almond tree. My initial plan was to capture the aamongst its friends {ha! this will teach it a lesson!}, so that when I bring its dead body back, the antsfeel a great loss.

I decided to kill it slowly. I decided to cut off one of its legs with a pin and enjoy my vengeancBut, I was surprised! After cutting one of its legs it started struggling to stand on its other remaining From the way the ant was struggling, I could see that it was suffering from much pain (a pain which thought then was excruciating than any bite). I was starting to feel guilty.

The ant was so determined to fight for its life. It performed a miracle there and then by standiup on its remaining legs and slowly limping away from methe killer. It was then that I learnt my firslesson from the teacher ant that, never give up even in the most uncompromising situations. I wastotally ashamed of myself for trying to kill such a hero. Oh my God!, it was dead. After watching the for few minutes, to my surprise it was being carried away by two other ants. That did it. Just watchinthat little ceremony of the two caring ants, carrying a fellow ant was enough to teach me a lifelonglesson, Care for one another.

That day, I walked back home very slowly, thinking about my experience with the ant. Later, saw another strange thing happen again, that sent shivers down my spine. In daddys old chair, Ifigured an ant carrying a flower stalk as load. I cant believe it myself, but I wasted nearly an hour

watching the tiny ant carry the huge load across our back terrace. I was confused about where it wacarrying the load to and for what purpose.

Several times it was confronted by obstacles and after a momentary pause, it would make thnecessary move. Staggering with the load, it came to a crack in the concrete about 0.8 mm wide, atthis point my inquisitive eyes were widely opened. Breathless anticipations, the ant stoodcontemplating for a while; suddenly it laid its load gently across the crack and walked over it, pickedup on the other side and continued strenuously. Can you imagine! I was so fascinated by the ingenuof the ant and immediately shouted out for my siblings and dad. Daddy was the first to appear butreturned on his old tired legs. Alex never showed up, but I gazed at the ant until it finally disappeare

with the load. This experience yet gave me another great lesson that we should explore, discover aovercome every obstacle or challenge . Can you imagine God telling us to learn from the ant? So wcan we learn?

So I say to anyone reading this, I entreat you all to show love and compassion towards oneanother. For with love, many battles can be conquered. We should also develop a determined attituto achieve our goal and work as a team and above all never give up. For even the ant, which is morthan a million times smaller than we are, has managed to prove its worth. Big blessings really comesmall packages. I now understand why God created the ant. I am not so ignorant to think only myintellectual superiors can teach me. If such were the case, then the teacher would learn nothing fromstudents, the parents nothing from their children and I nothing from the ant.


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I have learned a great many things from participating in varsity football. It has changed my en

outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at [high-school], I was shy, had low seesteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Football has altered all of thesequalities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of touch football. Tplayers were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't run as as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did want to be thrown the ball. I didn't want to be the one at fault if I dropped the ball and the play didn'tsucceed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team because I was too afraid of making amistake. That aspect of my character led the first years of my high school life. I refrained from askinquestions in class, afraid they might be considered too stupid or dumb by my classmates. All the whI went to practice and everyday, I went home physically and mentally exhausted.

Yet my apprehension prevailed as I continued to fear getting put in the game in case anotherplayer was injured. I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches aangry teammates. Sometimes these fears came true. During my sophomore season, my position atbackup guard led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. On such occasions, I often mmistakes. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made. These occurrences

only compounded my fears of playing. However, I did not always make mistakes. Sometimes I madgreat plays, for which I was congratulated. Now, as I dawn on my senior year of football and am facwith two starting positions, I feel like a changed person.

Over the years, playing football has taught me what it takes to succeed. From months of tougpractices, I have gained a hard work ethic. From my coaches and fellow teammates, I have learnedwork well with others in a group, as it is necessary to cooperate with teammates on the playing fieldBut most important, I have also gained self-confidence. If I fail, it doesn't matter if they mock or ridicme; I'll just try again and do it better. I realize that it is necessary to risk failure in order to gain succeThe coaches have always said before games that nothing is impossible; I know that now. Now, Iwelcome the challenge. Whether I succeed or fail is irrelevant; it is only important that I have tried a

tested myself.

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