ENG 101 TTh 1:50
Sharing is Caring
I got my first lesson in sharing when I was in the first grade. Ironic enough it had to do with my best friend at the time. His name was David Robless. We had been best friends since kindergarten. I met him on my first day of school on the playground during morning recess playing four-square. He walked up to me and said, “Hi, my names David.” We instantly became friends because we had very similar interests. Every day we had so much fun in at recess playing sports and running around being wild kids, and even in the class room just talking and getting to know each other better. We hung out so much we were practically inseparable. After so much time of being friends, in retrospect it’s funny that it was almost ruined by something as silly as legos.
I remember it just like it was yesterday. My teachers name was Mrs. Wallstrand; she was a tall lean young teacher. She had really friendly demeanor, she was always smiling, and had a very soft spoken voice. The type that could calm even the most tempered students. She always knew the words to get a student back in focus without being rude. In a sense she was the perfect teacher; the type of teacher that young students need. She not only taught us school lessons, but she also taught us life lessons as well. I personally held on to many of the lessons that she taught, but the one in particular always stuck with me. It was a very simple lesson that anyone could tell you but not everyone could tell you right. She had a way with words that made you want to do exactly what she said. She gave us a lesson about sharing. It may sound like a silly lesson to retain, but her words were so convincing. It was almost as if to be stingy were a crime, and that good things only came to people who shared. Coming from a big family you would think that sharing would be second nature to me, but it was not I was a very selfish and stingy child. I hated to share, but she...