Topic > death of the old me - 547

Ilya Kalashnikau I often think about my life. I have a lot of questions about it. What's the point of living here? What is my goal in life? Then I realize that I live in this world for a reason. I had a friend named Alex. He taught me many things. The main lesson I learned from him was to love the life I was given and everything I have. I met Alex when I came to the United States of America from Russia, I was twelve years old. The first time I saw him I thought he was going to kill someone. He was standing near the door of my cousin's house with a serious face, his eyes were full of anger. My cousin introduced me to him and then I got to really get to know him, who he really is. He was always positive, but also calm. Alex was always respectful towards others, especially older people. Alex knew when you could be silly and it was time to be serious. He was a very mature and responsible boy. He always knew how to cheer me up when I was giving up on something, when I didn't want to be in a good mood. Alex has become an important part of my life, of who I am. One time I was having a really bad day,...