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As we progress through life we learn many valuable lessons, many of these lessons tend to have a profound outcome on the type of person who we eventually mature into. The purpose of this paper is to explain some of the valuable experiences which have prepared me for various times in my life. My experiences in life whether good or bad have directly influenced my willingness to trust people in general. When I first meet a person, I let them go through a temporary friendship phase. Usually, it's just until I'm sure that I want to accept this person as a true friend and the feeling is mutual.

Respect is a very important value for everyone to have. At a very young age my parents ensured that showed respect for them. Anyone that was considered to be an adult should receive some type of respect from a child. Giving adults the proper respect helped me realize that if you treat everyone with kindness and respect you would receive the same in return. I think everyone deserves some form of respect. Growing up in the inner city it seemed as if most neighborhood fights took place because one person disrespected the other.
In the military a member can be put on report, arrested and put in jail for disrespecting a higher ranking officer. For a more serious incident such as disrespecting the President of the United States or the U.S. flag the punishment consists of losing present rank, constant scrutiny and federal jail time. I think the values of respect instilled in me from my parents were a good foundation, for all the things I would experience in the military. Time management or using ones time wisely was a learning skill that I gained from my parents as well as the military. As a young boy my mother constantly said, "Don't waste your time", but I didn't really know what she meant by it though. We all wish that we could have more time here on Earth. With more time we could accomplish more things and spend more MONEY!

Groovy. Seeing how we are on the topic of essays, here is one I did for "describe a place" completely irrelevant but why not.

A Morning in
P a r a d i s e

As I stride through the automatic doors of McDonald's, I prepare myself for yet a another day in Paradise. I breath in the crisp smell of deep fried fat and old lady farts, and take in this beautiful workplace I am privileged to be part of. I tread onwards onwards, past the AED signs, past the leftover fries consisting entirely of pure diabetes, past Hobo Ben, past a new Big Mac© poster, past a family serving as an evident reminder of our rank as 29th fattest in the world. Wow, they’re fat. It’s like they are the living mascots of the hash brown. I stride onwards, ignoring the drinkers outside, ignoring the broken bottles outside, ignoring the grey overcast that is the death of at least one microlight pilot. That's what my boss pays me for. Ignoring it all.

I walk behind the counter, ready to serve another failed generation of hoodlums. But no. Today Hobo Ben is first. Oh yes. The liquor store burnt down. What may I get for you? I ask. He mumbles unreadably. Right then, the usual? More mumbling. I serve up some pure obesity with a side of deep-fried fat (now with more fat). He mumbles his way back to a table. I take in the too-bright lights, the too-dull people, and I decide. Maybe it’s time. Maybe I shou- Uh oh. Here comes Abusive Andrew. He boots a cat out of the way, sending it flying into the Family Of Flab. They don’t mind. They are too caught up in their $40 Share Box. Except they aren’t sharing it. It’s one $40 Share Box… Each. How did they get that money? Actually now that I think about it their where more gunshots than usual around the back. That would explain the lack of my boss. And the lack of his money. And the lack of my paycheck! I break into a nervous sweat. And the fact Abusive Andrew is lumbering closer isn’t helping my pit stains, which appear to be attempting to waterboard me. I need to get out of this place. I think I could do it, I… Maybe I could… I could… Quit.

I’ve made up my mind. It’s time I should find a better workplace. With a heavy heart I stand on top of the nearest table, and slip on a spilt Espresso Pronto®Cappuccino, which had been just waiting to ambush me, and promptly break my collarbone. The floor looks good from down here. I give it another shot. First try, I mutter to myself, as I prepare for the big announcement. Attention Peasants! I announce. Probably not the best way to start out, I think as Abusive Andrew lumbers 10 metres away from slapping distance. I… Am… QUITTING! I squeel. I the shove open the doors as fast as I can. Ow! Forgot they are automatic. My newly-broken wrist throbs with owchyness. I run, run, and run. Time to find a new job.

4 Days Later

As I shove open the doors of Burger King, I prepare myself for yet a another day in Paradise…