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There is a girl that works at a local market that I have a huge crush on. I decided to go for it and be her secret admirer! I don’t want to come off as a moron, so I need some help writing this letter.
“I’ve noticed your beauty and sunny personality from afar but I’ve never had the courage to say something. I soon found myself wondering what you were really like as a person. I hope you appreciate the beauty of this bouquet the same way I do yours when I see you.
Anyway, I hope these make you smile.”
The “I do yours when I see you” part sounds strange, doesn’t it?

Towards the end of 2011, after I’d experienced a really horrible break up and very heavy period of sadness, I finally picked myself up when I decided that there was nothing else left for me to do than to get away from home and travel abroad. The excitement of meeting new people and finding my ‘niche’ in life was spurring me on, as I imagined that I’d meet a charming guy and find a job I loved and return home renewed.
However in the past month I was enlightened to some medical issues which require further treatment. In just the past few weeks all of my travel savings have been used up, and I just feel completely lost. My motivation is gone, and suddenly I’ve become overwhelmed by fear that I’ll never go through with my plans, or I will and I’ll end up feeling completely alone.
Furthermore, a week ago I got back together with the guy I broke up with. The bond between us is still there, strong as ever. However I feel that this attachment I’m feeling towards him is making it even harder. Having him back is making me dread the day I leave, because I know how difficult it was to say goodbye to him the first time.
I need advice from anyone who’s travelled, or planning to travel, overseas by themselves. How did you pluck up the courage to leave everything behind? How did you keep yourself happy and confident while abroad? How do I get myself motivated again to keep saving money? How do I get the courage to leave the guy I feel so strongly for?

My Navy Recruiter suggested that I apply for an NROTC scholarship, and one of the requirements are two personal essays, one of which I’ve made some progress with.
The first one is “Discuss your reasons for wanting to become a Naval Officer”
To which I said:
“My stepfather, who retired as an E-6 in the Air Force, once explained to me what it took to become an officer. He told me that it goes beyond Honor, Courage, and Commitment. Becoming an officer requires all of those, but it also requires becoming a role model—a leader. He went on to explain that a leader isn’t just someone who tells people what to do and how to do it, but that a leader is someone who earns the right to do so by gaining the respect of their fellow man.
The best way to earn the right to lead, he said, is through hard work and perseverance. No man, or woman, ever became a great leader by sitting back and watching others work. A leader has to be there beside their men. They have to share their pain if they ever hope to earn their loyalty.
Being a leader is even more than that, though. It also takes initiative; the ability to step up and take on the role of responsibility. This doesn’t necessarily mean volunteering one’s self, but rather being willing to take up the post when the need arises.
In my life, and especially in recent years, I’ve pushed myself to exhibit all of these qualities. I treat all my peers as equal, respecting their wishes and boundaries rather than trying to bully my way around them. Additionally, I’ve never been one to stand back and watch while the people around me work: I can always be found right next to people working, either helping them accomplish their task, or simply lessening their burden as much as I can. And while I’m willing to follow behind someone, I’m also ready and able to take on whatever role I am required to fill.
My father, an E-4 in the Marine Corps, told me never to stop at “good enough.” When I was younger, I resented it, because I had always thought that I could get by with the minimum effort. But as time passed, I discovered that “good enough” is a meaningless phrase. People who scrape by with phrases like “good enough” and “I’ve done enough” never reach their full potential. And when I realized this, I realized that I didn’t want to be just “good enough.” To me, that would be the same as being mediocre.
It was after this realization that I decided I didn’t have much interest in attending college as a civilian. I didn’t want to finish my schooling, only to discover that my chosen major led to a career of no real significance in the grand scheme of things. I’m the sort of person that wants to impact their community—their world—on a much larger scale than simply filling a niche. And so after much thought and discussion, I went to my local recruitment office, and made the decision to join the Navy.
As I’ve worked through high school and waited anxiously for graduation, and for my ship date to arrive, I’ve discovered something about myself: I’ll never be content to stop at Enlistee. The average soldier will make an impact on their world, of this there is no doubt. But I decided long ago that while serving my nation is my calling, if I’m to become the best I can be, I need to push myself as far as I possibly can.
By commissioning, I believe that I can reach my full potential in ways that I otherwise could not. Basic training will push my physical and emotional limits; officer school will push my mental limits. Both are needed if I’m to mold myself into the soldier that I dream of becoming; they will instill in me the discipline, the wisdom, and the courage needed to become a true leader.
Joining the Navy was the first step on my road to success. Basic training will be the next, and officer’s school after that. In my eyes, there are no shortcuts or half-efforts; I will go the distance, however long it takes me to get there.”

She shuffled by our house, so frail and bent,
As no one thought of where the lady went.
As she returned, no one was there to see,
As down a path she blended with the trees.
We hid and giggled as she hobbled near
Emboldened courage, immature in years.
The childish jeering from our hidden niche,
This frail sun bonnet lady, we yelled “witch”.
One day a fever kept me home from class.
I watched the lady shuffle down the path.
My curiosity, in strength, convened
I followed, silent, frightened and unseen.
A house was floating in the grasses tall;
As vines of every species claimed the walls.
Around the side, a window I peeked in;
A man with twisted limbs and crackled skin.
The lady rubbed a salve to ease his pain.
And sweetly hummed a lullaby refrain.
I told what I had seen to mom and dad.
My dad arose alert and mom grew sad.
How soon the path was hacked into a drive,
And cars of food and nurses soon arrived.
As children do, I grew to ventures new.
No looking back, with growing up to do.
Our lives are clouds of layered, restless change.
We mirror how they form and rearrange;
And send a wind to hum a treetop song;
A soothing lullaby, so quickly gone..