Admiration
Not everyone is lucky enough to meet their twin. The closest most people come is looking in the mirror. I, however, am lucky. I simply look at my friend, Angie Johnson, and I see half the person I am and the person I'd like to be.
Angie is a jolly person, never seen walking down the halls or streets with a frown. With lemonade in one hand and a cookie in the other, she serenades passersby with the latest choir song. She's a courageous and compassionate person. She's my bud, my amigo, my lifeline.
Angie's optimistic outlook on life has rubbed off on me since we were young. She has always pulled me out of binds that I've managed to get myself into. Once in fifth grade, Angie and I were playing after school. We all thought that the teeter-totters were the coolest playground equipment Malung had to offer. As Angie and I waited for our bus to arrive, we teeter-tottered. As luck would have it, Angie jumped off and my end went slamming into the ground. The ricochet off the ground sent the teeter-totter up into Angie's face. I heard it smack her jaw. As tears welled up in her eyes Mrs. Moe approached from the bushes. I begged her not to tell what had happened. I felt awful and ready to cry myself. When Mrs. Moe asked what was wrong, she replied with a simple, "Nothing." Pheew! From that day on she was the bravest, nicest, un-tattletaling friend I had. And I loved her for it. But that's not all Angie's got in her.
Angie is the type of person who does not get easily worked up. She keeps her cool in hot situations. She's the brains of the bunch. In order to control such a riot of friends, one definitely needs to be courageous. That's Angie. During a conflicting schedule with tennis and the PGA we all had to make a choice. Miss the tennis match or miss the PGA. No one could chose. The only possible solution was to drive in the Cities. Minneapolis/St. Paul- a new drivers worst nightmare. We had all seen the movies:...
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