DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY

Descriptive Essay

My heroe “Seco”

1.       Introduction

1.1   How I met “Seco”

1.2   Moments we shared

1.3   Why he is my heroe?

2.       Likes

2.1 He used to box

2.2 He is part of Army

2.3 He defends honesty

3.  As a friend

3.1 He is a lovely friend

3.2 He is amusing

3.3 He protects me

4. As soldier

4.1 He is a kind-heart person

4.2 He is combative when the situation needs

4.3 He is plucky

5. Conclusion

5.1 The moment when I met Seco

5.2 Moments we spent together

5.3 What makes him special for me?

It was a normal day at school; I was with my best friend in that moment, when he walked in front of me. He walked self-assured, saying hi to my friend. He looked lively like his soul was full of happiness and love. Something in him told me that he was gentle, vivacious, sincere and zestful. His energy was very bright and amusing, something in me wanted to know more about him, he das something mysterious, so the next day that I saw him, I started to say hi to him and both had common friends, so it was not difficult to start a new friendship with a boy that made me fell faithful. Since that day, we were friends. When we were in high school we always went to parties together, shared our feelings about life, shared our experiences in our relationship and we have made our life. He is a soldier, a gentle soldier abundant of love and compassion. Not comfortable with insecurity in our country, wishful and anxious to make a better Mexico.

Seco was a fighter. He practice boxing. He loved the sport; the emotions that boxing produced to him. For Seco, boxing is a way to be prepared for our own life, face a problem when is going to hit you. He sees fights like the way to see life, when he touches the opponents is like he is touching his own life and when he wins is like he is winning to himself. Maybe the sound of hits makes him feel alive and the taste of hitting another person is as he tastes his own blood. He is a combative boy that fights to every problem which presents to his face. That is why he loves Army, for him, it is his life, his passion, so he plucky defends us, that is why I am so proud of him. Even if he has to sacrifice his own life or he is unwell, he always is helpful and protector. Another reason because I am proud of him is because his honesty. He is one of the most honest people that I had met, he does not know the word lie and cowardly. Seco has a dominating thought that allows him to be fair, kind-hearted and mature.

Seco is a lovely boy that cares about his friends. Sometimes he does not show his feelings, maybe because he has always in mind death. He sees cruel and horrible deaths everyday and he knows that he can die in one second. The sound of ambulances, police cars and alarms remember him that death is at the next door. He can touch death with his hands and feel it as his own death. Sometimes he smells the stinky bodies of death people, but it is part of his passion, he does it without complaining. Maybe those are the reasons why sometimes he keeps his distance, to do not hurt our hearts, but on the other hand, he wants to spend moments with his friends, he is a jolly 19 year-old boy, when he spent time with me, he is an amusing, vivacious and dynamic boy that always makes jokes to makes me feel better. He is very funny even though he has to pass through very difficult and horrible moments. He knows how it is Mexico, he knows the real situation of this country, but he wants me to be a peaceful girl, enjoying life, so he is always caring about me, protecting me.

He is a soldier, but even though people think that soldiers are cruel, aggressive, dangerous and evil, they are not. In this case, Seco is kind-hearted; he always thinks in people and takes care of them. He feels when people are peaceful and when they need protection. I think that when he protects people he can taste victory. But he is also combative; he can smell when people are not fair and evil, so he fights for Mexico. He is fearless, he is not afraid even to die. He is plucky when he hears the sound of help