Samples below:
Dear Sir or Madam:
I am writing in response to your advertisement for a Freelance Writer. After reading your job description, I am confident that my skills and my passion for writing are a perfect match for this position. You may find a lower price than what I am quoting, but you will not find higher quality than I can bring for this amount.
I would bring to your company a broad range of skills, including:
• A passion for writing.
• Technical experiences in a variety of subject matter.
• Educational background with the ability to teach on several levels of understanding.
• Excellent communication skills.
• Proficient in Microsoft Office and Lotus Works.
I would welcome the opportunity to further discuss this position with you. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Jeremy Wilson
Weight loss blog sample:
“Um, Dad, I swallowed a ball-bearing”
Words I am sure everyone who is a parent (or someone with a really sad social network) has heard at least once in their lives. Right? Raising seven children with my beautiful bride of 14 years is an adventure every day. Seriously, it is an honest to goodness adventure. See, we home-school too.
Today’s blog is more about the support group my wife, Robin and I have at home. Our kids. I hope to introduce you to my children one by one through this blog from time to time.
We have a variety of personalities on our house. At any given time there is a cacophony of laughter and crying, fighting and pleading. And that is just my wife and I! Seriously, our kids are very well behaved; they are all eager to please and quick to offer help. We have kids who are: nurturing, compassionate, sensitive, precocious, pensive, a princess, the baby, and a self-proclaimed dictator who participates in guerilla warfare in order to achieve his objective by mentally beating down the enemy to get whatever he wants (the 22 month old. By the way his reign is dwindling as the peasants are forming a coup). And then there is our dear Samuel, self-nominated and unanimously elected comedian in our household.
Samuel has a contagious laugh. His humor knows no bounds. To see him laugh is to see raw, unadulterated joy! It happened that Sam was not happy one evening and upon investigation, we found that he had swallowed a small ball bearing. As a parent, I try to act like nothing is a surprise. I mean I am dad, and as far as the kids know, I can do anything, fix anything and build anything (awesome feeling by the way). However when one of you children says they have swallowed a steel marble, it is hard to hold it together.
My wife’s response is more nurturing, “Oh no, are you alright?” Mine is more philosophical, “WHY DID YOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE IN YOUR MOUTH!?!?” As if he wasn’t sure why I would ask such an obvious question, he simply stated, “I was pretending to be a canon”. So I did what any loving parent would do, I called around to several friends to see if they had a metal detector. (I did not want to shell out for an ER visit if he did not really swallow the thing.) No dice! So we called our Doctors cell phone…yes we have his cell number! BTW, Doctors really should not laugh when you call them at home and describe a critical emergency. He told us to let it pass…literally, he said, “Don’t worry, it’ll go through” as he snorted and giggled with no attempt to conceal it.
Samuel wanted to know what Doc had said so we told him. He wanted to know where it would come out. We told him and then came the most excited trips to the bathroom you have ever seen a child make. He could not wait to go. Then one evening he said, “Dad, I don’t want it to come out when I poop, I want it to come out when I go pee.” I assured him that he did NOT want it to come out when he peed and I showed him the size of the ball-bearing versus where he wanted it to come out. He said he understood but thought it would still be really cool. We never saw the object again. We refused to “look” for it and instead told him to listen for a “clink” in the toilet. He never heard it. Guess it’s gone after two years!
It is stories and episodes like this that keep us focused on our goals of healthier choices. We want to be able to retell these stories to our grandkids, and have a thousand more just like it. We don’t just want to watch our children play and grow; we want to be actively involved in what they do. We want them to remember us playing with them, not just sitting on the side lines passively nodding in approval. I have seen 6 of the 7 kids kickboxing with my wife. They mimic me while I box. If that is not motivation to keep exercising and living healthy, nothing is!
Blessings, Jeremy