My Best Friend and His Role in My Life

This essay in English is about my best friend. Friends are as important as relatives, we cannot live without them, and sometimes best friends could change our lives. My best friend, Steve, is one of the most important people in my life, we share our happiness, feelings, and problems with each other. He actually transformed me into a better person.

Steve and I have been best friends for three years. We first met at a party, he was invited by my roommate to our apartment. Steve was very talkative at that party, and he asked my contact information and became my Facebook friend at that night. He loves giving thumbs up to others’ posts; initially, I did not like Steve very much; he is handsome and spontaneous charming, and people all like him, this made me feel he is unreal and insincere. However, one thing changed my mind. One day, our friend Frank was into big trouble – he hit a parked car and ran without leaving any note because he thought that he might get away with it; however, there was a camera in the parked car he hit, and he was hunted by police. As a result, Frank had to pay fines and the cost filed by the other driver’s insurance company including legal and investigative fees. Frank talked to us his situation and asked if we could help raise some money to help him out. Some of my friends took out five-dollar or ten-dollar bills, and some were disappeared for days; it was only Steve, he came to Frank the next day he learned Frank’s trouble and took out his small cash safe, there were two packs of five-dollar bills aggregating five hundred dollars, and there were some tens and twenties, which he did not take the time to count and add. Steve told us he saved the money for getting a new laptop but he thought he could get his laptop later and hoped to help Frank out first. From that monument, I totally knew Steve, and I felt so bad of my prejudice against Steve at the first place. Thereafter, we spent lots of time together.

Steve has got a great sense of humor; he always makes me laugh hard. On the other hand, Steve is more mature than me; sometimes, he acts like my parent. He teaches me a lot and gives me suggestions as my parent does. It really makes me feel warmer when are together. Steve encouraged me in studying and supported me while I was falling down. I can tell him the secrets that I don’t even talk to my parents. Sometimes I acted so immaturely and emotional, while he never abandoned me or let me down. Once, I asked him why he always had a good temper and was willing to help others, he told me a story about his childhood and I would never forget as long as I live.

Steve’s father is a drunkard and he spent Steve’s college tuition on alcohol and gambling. Steve’s father even pushed him down the stairs when Steve was in fifth grade and made a minor mistake. In Steve’s entire growing up life, whenever he attempted any kind of project or hobby, his father would destroy whatever it was giving him joy. Instead of being a person like his father, Steve sees the importance of education and sets a future goal for himself. Steve told me that tolerance was something that I should learn and keep in mind. And for now, I still try to be a tolerant person.

I always feel so lucky to have a best friend like Steve. Even though we were apart since we went to college, I flew to Steve when my heart was broken, and he could always entertain me pure-heartedly. He accompanied me, comforted me, and tried his best to make me laugh. Amazingly, we always have similar interests; once I found something interesting, he was always the first person I wanted to share with; once I felt down, he always helped me find the best solution. Steve is like a mentor to me, and thanks to Steve, there has never any difficulty or hardship that I could not overcome in the past. I also believed that his influence was something I would carry with for the rest of my life.