Michael

Hi I'm Michael. Derp deep Sara is my best friend. C:

Greatest Act

        The greatest act a person can do is to risk their life for another. First responders do it everyday. They wake up every morning with the thought that they may not return home safely, or at all, in the back of their mind. Why would anyone risk their most valuable possession for another person's? Soldiers do it because of their devotion to the country and the good of the many they defend. Knowing that they are so heavily depended on, trusted, and responsible is enough to make them take drastic actions. I honestly can think of no better way to go. In a world where people put themselves above every other person, it means so much more. If I ever had a doubt that I did something worth while with my life, giving it for another would make up for that lifetime. Giving of one's life gives them that final feeling of accomplishment that is sought while living.
        We also have the people who give in to fear and selfishness and help nobody. They only care about their well being and that is it. It is human nature to fear death and risking it for another. These people are not horrible, they simply fall victim to human nature. It is harder for some people to make such huge sacrifices and risks than others.

Nice to Meet You

        I would love to go back and confront some alien invaders that made my childhood miserable at times. Those pathogens that plagued me as a young child were relentless. I would invite them to have dinner at my house, but to sit in a chair, not on my food. Eventually they would find themselves locked in a room much like how they kept me stuck in my room. A fight is sure to follow that as they beg me to release them. "Let us out you weak human." "No, you invaders make me sick!" Opening the door and throwing a can of disinfectant with the button taped down would be my long awaited revenge. The pathogens that caused me so many miserable nights would not exist and I would have been much healthier. I think that is even better than any vaccine that could fail. If I want those pathogens eliminated, I must do it myself.

A Merry Violent Christmas

        I had, what my dad called, a very violent Christmas. I am glad to say that it was not because of family fights in any way. Rather, it was because my family was too nice and got me what I wanted. While ripping boxes open on Christmas morning, I was greeted by an assortment of items that threatened the safety and tranquility of my home. In the first box, I found a new slingshot that wrapped around my wrist for added leverage. In the second larger box, I was surprised to find two new air soft pistols. One was completely metal, and the other was plastic and pocket sized. My parents told me there was one more, but I had to go retrieve it from the shed. It took me forever, but I finally found a box that was not there before. I gripped the box and tried to lift it only to find that it was not moving. I made my dad help me carry that cruel joke into the house. Inside this unmarked box, I found a 100lbs. MMA punching bag. I got basically everything I wanted for Christmas. My parents must really trust me, or they are getting ready to tell me some bad news.
New Years was equally as violent. My brother and I packed snow to make a strong fort that supported us both. We dug a small hole straight down through the top for later. At midnight, my dad and I placed two large firecrackers down the hole and ran. The explosion was louder than any of the ones we heard in the neighborhood. The damage only amounted to a chunk out of the top of the fort. It looked kind of like a volcano. This Christmas break was a bit more violent than usual, but we all made it through and had plenty of fun.

A Letter to my Little Brother

Dear Chris,
You always complained and asked why I was so picky with near everything you did. You always claimed I was mean, and did it only for that reason. I did get harsh, but I had good reason. You were, and still are, a stubborn butthead much like me. If you hating me for a little while was what it took, I accepted that. I did not want you to do dumb, annoying things or to give people anything to use against you. Those bullies use anything they can find. While still allowing you to be yourself, I had to stop, warn, or at least make you think about doing certain things. I felt it was my job to guide you. Dad allowed me to do this because he figured you'd listen to me the best. Mom got mad at me for upsetting you so much, but you just took things to heart too much. I am not really sorry, as I see how you turned out alright. I hope you realize, too, that I was right and it worked.
Love,
Michael

Who do I look to?

I try not to look up to any one person too much. No one person is a perfect example. However, my friends do inspire me. It is their fault that I am who I am today. If they have a beneficial habit, I try to mimic it. If my friends have a bad habit, I will learn from it and try my hardest to avoid it. If it were not for my friends, I would be completely happy with Bs in school. Now that is not the case. I have smart friends, so now As are all I can get and still be satisfied. I am very competitive when it comes to grades now. In grades six through eight, my friends Andrew and Michael competed and I soon joined. I have carried that competitiveness with me ever since. My friends do not even have to compete with me. I just want to do better for myself. In a way, I guess I could say that my friends inspired me to be so driven towards As and I just continued.

Mountains and Fog

If I could live anywhere in the world I wanted, I would live on a mountain. The mountains are quiet and peaceful. I would not need to worry about what other people do because hopefully, I would be alone. The only problems being so far away from people would be long trips to stores and the possibility of poor Internet service, if any at all. I would not want to be completely cut off from all people either. I also like the mornings I have experienced in the mountains. It seems that no matter what season I would wake up to cool, brisk air and fog. I love the fog! I think fog looks pretty when it covers the lower trees in the valley and the sun hits it. I would not mind waking up to that every day. I would really like to live in the mountains because my house could be bigger, I would not have to worry about what my neighbors are doing, and I like the mild weather. The best vacations I have taken were somewhere in the mountains.

Money is Not Everything

        I took from this project that teaching myself how to use video editing software did prove to be useful, that I need more than five friends, and that money is not everything. The video itself was relatively easy to put together after I got enough people lined up and in order. Friends are nice to have, but they do not always listen when you tell them how things need to be done. There proved to be something better than money too, happyness. Most of what people would do to be happy, does not require much money.  I saw the results of a study on the news today that stated kids from age 12 to adulthood are more happy if their parents had money. I believe that. Kids are spoiled with money! Chances are pretty good that they claim to be happy, but do not know what true happyness feels like because they think money causes happyness. It does not. True happyness come from doing good in society while enjoying it.

Project joined with the movie "The Pursuit of Happyness"

 

Hear That??

        If we lost all electricity, I would miss the sounds that fill my house from the electric appliances. The loss of that quiet, barely noticeable hum would be mourned. I would not be able to sleep. That is not even an exaggeration. I need to hear something at all times. Silence could just drive me insane. Usually when I go to sleep at night, I turn the timer on my TV on to turn it off right after I fall asleep. I need the sound in order to sleep. The ceiling fan in my bedroom is on every night, whether I am cold or not. I could lay there and complain about being cold, and sleep eventually, but if that hum is missing I am not sleeping at all. I cannot even sit in the living room in complete silence. Luckily, in my house there is always something running, and it is dead quiet. At all times, a variety of sounds are there from the washer, refrigerator, furnace, TV, air conditioner, radio, dishwasher, or fans. I do like to have quiet time, but there is such a thing as too quiet and no electricity would cause that much too often. 

I would not last very long in this room   http://www.theblaze.com/stories/how-long-could-you-last-in-the-worlds-quietest-room-the-record-is-only-45-minutes/

It Just Stands Out

        My favorite book is one that I was originally forced to read. “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” is one of the very few books that I have finished, and then did not immediately think was a waste of time. I very much enjoyed that book. The main character, Eddie, dies attempting to save a young girl from a malfunctioning amusement park ride. On his way to heaven, Eddie is visited by five people from his life that had gone before him. These people are there to teach him five lessons he should take from his life. The only question Eddie has that none of the people will answer is if he did in fact save the girl he gave his life for. This book is special to me because I can see no better way to go than to save another, specifically a young child. It does a great job of painting the pictures of the events after death also. An odd little incident I had with this book is that after I finished it, I told my mother and others to read it because I liked it so much. I did not tell my grandpa however, but when he died over the summer I found the book on the table next to his chair half read. I could not believe the book showed up there! I think I have some sort of bond with this book. Ever since I finished it, I have seen it many times.