The first number that is important to me is 586. 586 is the area code of my hometown, Sterling Heights, MI. Sterling Heights is located on the southeast side of Michigan and is part of Metro Detroit. I have lived in Sterling Heights for my entire life, that is 18 years, five months, and 12 days, and it is my home. Sterling Heights has a population of roughly 131, 745 people and is currently the sixth safest city in Michigan. There have also been some well known people who have lived in Sterling Heights. Eminem used to live less than a mile from my house around the year 2000. Mario Impemba, the announcer for the Detroit Tigers, is also from Sterling Heights and went to high school with my dad at Adlai E. Stevenson High School. Another famous former resident of Sterling Heights is Bob Seger. Last but not least, NFL football player Nick McDonald is also from Sterling Heights. He actually graduated from my high school, Henry Ford II High School.
The second number that has importance to me is the number four. This is because I come from a family of four. I live with my mom, dad, and sister. My mom's name is Kris. She is a secretary at Insight Eye Care. My dad's name is Mike. He is an engineer at General Motors. My sister's name is Megan. She is 14 years old and is currently a freshman at Henry Ford II High School. I love and appreciate my family and sometimes I don't do a very good job of showing that. I have a tendency to take my family for granted and that's something I need to work on. I don't have a very strong relationship with my sister, but oddly enough are relationship has gotten better since I left for school last fall. Regardless of whether I show it or not, my family is very important to me.
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The third number that is important to me is the number 15, as in 2015. This is the year that I graduated high school and it is also the year that a lot of things happened to me. In 2015, I turned 18, left home and started college, and also experienced the hardest weekend of my life. May eighth started out like any other Friday. I went to school, came home, and went to work. While at work I overheard a customer talking to my coworker about a bad accident at Stony Creek, the local beach. When I got home around midnight I had a text from one of my best friend's asking if I had heard about the accident. I said yes and she asked me if I had heard who died in the accident. I hadn't. Immediately I went on Twitter and saw everyone tweeting "RIP Mike" and "You'll be missed, Mike". One of the three boys killed in this accident was an old friend of mine, Mike. We had German class together during my sophomore year of high school, attended the same church, and were also in the same drivers training class. Other than that, we hadn't spoken in a while. However, his death still affected me. After this, I would not have expected my weekend to get any worse. The following day I worked at my second job and was going to swing by the last half of my boyfriend's baseball game. When I got off work I had a text from my mom telling me to just go straight to his house. I was confused but I went anyways. When I arrived at my boyfriend's house my mom walked up to me, grabbed me by my shoulders and said "We just got a call about the boys...they're dead." The boys that my mom was referring to was my boyfriend's foster brothers, Junior and Keyon. Junior was three years old and I can honestly say I have never met a more curious little boy. Keyon was his 2-year-old brother and was the sneakiest little boy. Both of these boys held a special place in my heart and their "father" selfishly took them from us. I'm glad I can say that these boys were so loved during their short time on earth and not a day goes by that I don't think about them.
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The last, and definitely not least, number that is important to me is the number six. This number is important to me because I have been with my boyfriend for almost six years now. During those six years we have grown up together and closer to each other. He is my best friend and we've been through a lot from petty fights over stupid things to the deaths of loved ones. We've been there for each other through everything and I really hope that he's there for the rest of my life.
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| My boyfriend and parents |
The second number that has importance to me is the number four. This is because I come from a family of four. I live with my mom, dad, and sister. My mom's name is Kris. She is a secretary at Insight Eye Care. My dad's name is Mike. He is an engineer at General Motors. My sister's name is Megan. She is 14 years old and is currently a freshman at Henry Ford II High School. I love and appreciate my family and sometimes I don't do a very good job of showing that. I have a tendency to take my family for granted and that's something I need to work on. I don't have a very strong relationship with my sister, but oddly enough are relationship has gotten better since I left for school last fall. Regardless of whether I show it or not, my family is very important to me. 
The third number that is important to me is the number 15, as in 2015. This is the year that I graduated high school and it is also the year that a lot of things happened to me. In 2015, I turned 18, left home and started college, and also experienced the hardest weekend of my life. May eighth started out like any other Friday. I went to school, came home, and went to work. While at work I overheard a customer talking to my coworker about a bad accident at Stony Creek, the local beach. When I got home around midnight I had a text from one of my best friend's asking if I had heard about the accident. I said yes and she asked me if I had heard who died in the accident. I hadn't. Immediately I went on Twitter and saw everyone tweeting "RIP Mike" and "You'll be missed, Mike". One of the three boys killed in this accident was an old friend of mine, Mike. We had German class together during my sophomore year of high school, attended the same church, and were also in the same drivers training class. Other than that, we hadn't spoken in a while. However, his death still affected me. After this, I would not have expected my weekend to get any worse. The following day I worked at my second job and was going to swing by the last half of my boyfriend's baseball game. When I got off work I had a text from my mom telling me to just go straight to his house. I was confused but I went anyways. When I arrived at my boyfriend's house my mom walked up to me, grabbed me by my shoulders and said "We just got a call about the boys...they're dead." The boys that my mom was referring to was my boyfriend's foster brothers, Junior and Keyon. Junior was three years old and I can honestly say I have never met a more curious little boy. Keyon was his 2-year-old brother and was the sneakiest little boy. Both of these boys held a special place in my heart and their "father" selfishly took them from us. I'm glad I can say that these boys were so loved during their short time on earth and not a day goes by that I don't think about them.
