-- I am Martha. I have lived in New York City already for 23-years. I had lost my parents through a grisly accident at the age of nine years along the Joe DiMaggio Highway while on their way home in Manhattan from a weekend fellowship. It was a horrible time in my life, to be honest. Even the memories about my Dad who was a highly religious person did not help me. My father often acted a community motivator and volunteer who helped the poor and the orphans. My family was to me an example of high standards of morality. When I was a little kid, my parents were giving me as much attention as I needed. All of those Manhattan memories make me think that it was not in this life. My family was a pure example of morality for everyone. My Dad taught me to appreciate God. When my parents left this world, I was stuck alone in Manhattan. The only thing which would distract me from painful thoughts was painting. Every time I would take a brush in my hands, I would have to leave for another world. Painting makes me calm and happy. Even though, life has taught me to grow up fast, while drawing I still feel like a child with my parents around. Painting makes me believe that one day I will meet this person who will have as high moral standards as I did in my family. I really want to get the feeling of my family back into my life. It is all that I am asking for. I believe that one day I would be able to create my own family with someone very special and unique. This person will definitely inspire me for new drawings and add more colors to a sometimes grey Manhattan life, if not to consider a green oasis of Central Park.
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-- My name is Joshua. Joshua Dean. You probably have never heard about me, but let me introduce myself. I am 25 years old. Single, by the way. My job helps me to meet many people every day and get to know new things because I am a taxi driver at Transport Company in New York City. People may be very skeptical of me when they hear about my job. However, they have no idea how interesting it makes my life. However, I feel like there is still something missing to it. Nevertheless, I am trying to live the American dream. However, so far I just live in Brooklyn. My Mom says that I am a dreamer. Right, I also have a dream to meet my father, but she won’t tell me who he is. Sometimes, it is hard for me to think that he just left me and my mother which makes me believe that there is still true love even more. I do believe in love. You have heard it right. I think there is nothing wrong with that. In our modern cynical world love is the only instance that seems to be real at least sometimes. At lease, they say that it exists. Even though, I have never happened to experience this soul warming feeling of affection to another human. However, I still hope that it will happen soon. Sooner than I expect. Also, I have to admit that I am a hopeless romantic. Every weekend I go to Brooklyn Bridge hoping that one day I will meet HER there. No need to laugh. Many people don’t believe in love and I will prove that it exists. That is why I will coming to Brooklyn Bridge to meet my one and only. She will be the one that I would take care of and love till the rest of my life. I have imagined this moment so many times and I think it will happen soon. I think my love is already near. At least she is in this city among these 15 million people.
