Ross Murphy

Ross Murphy lived across the street from my grandmother, Nana. My brother and I had the best time when we went to visit her. Ross was always outside playing with his friends and would immediately invite us to join their adventure, whether it was building forts, playing basketball, or riding bikes around the cul-de-sac.

Ross always had a smile on his face and a kind word to say. He never left anyone out and always made sure everyone was having fun. He was the epitome of a great neighbor and friend.

One day when I was about ten years old, I was playing in Nana's backyard when I fell and scraped my knee. I started to cry, and Ross came running over to see what was wrong. He gently cleaned the scrape with his handkerchief and put a bandage on it. Then he gave me a big hug and told me everything was going to be okay.

That small act of kindness meant the world to me at the time, and still does. Ross taught me the importance of being a good friend and neighbor, and I'm grateful for his friendship. I'm lucky to have grown up with someone like him in my life.

Ross still lives across the street from Nana, and we still talk to each other when we see each other outside. He's a great guy, and I'm proud to call him my friend.