A Day That Changed My Life

The Day My Life Changed Forever I will never forget the day when my life was changed forever. I was twenty-two years old and about to give birth to my first child. I was having a girl, who I was going to name Mia Alexandria. Up until this point in my life I was able to go and come as I pleased, but that was about to all change. I knew that having a child would change my life but did not know how much. It was in December of 1996, and was a cold, dreary winter day. I was in my eighth month of

bedroom and my heavy, tired eyes eagerly opened. A huge smile was revealed on my face and a burst of chuckles traveled across the room. The laughter of a four-year-old child filled the hallways. The excitement was visible in my coffee-colored eyes as I ran down the stairs. I was elated! Today was February 4th, 2005; it was the day! This was the day that I got to finally play dress up with my mother and baby sister. I expected this day to be the best day of my life! However, it was also the day that changed

It was the month of November and the year was 2008. I did not plan on going to the hospital on this day but my mother received a phone call. That one call was my reason for being waken up at 4 a.m. listening to my mom as she reused me to get dressed. One call changed my life forever. A person from the hospital called and said that my grandmother was not breathing normally. After we got to the hospital we find out that the cancer she was diagnosed with has affected her breathing, which caused tubes

The Day That Changed My Life Only 38% of girls who have a child before the age of eighteen get a high school diploma. Thankfully with my motivation and support I was on the positive side of this statistic. Even though I have come a long way within the past year, it has been a year full of challenges and emotions. Within two days I found out that I was expecting a baby, I went into shock because of the life adjustment that I would have to make, and I also built the strength up to tell my mom about

Living a life where there is something that will always haunt me. Leaving me horrified every time I look down a road or if I see people on bikes. A day that is so real to me, leaving me terrified. A day that took my soul away leaving me with no light to spare looking for a way to get out. A day that made my life different from what it is today, which happened nine years ago. It happened on an evening in June, just as the sun was setting. Outside on top of the hill just right down the road from my house

summer since the age of 5, my parents would allow me to attend Church of God Church Camp in Tifton .. It was the one place they knew that I'd be safe at, but Little did they know this year, I would come home with a Torn ACL, MCL and Meniscus in my left knee. July 5th 2017, was a day that changed my life forever. I'd played sports all of my life, and I'd never experienced anything like I had on that day. I even had signed a scholarship to play soccer at ABAC but on that day July 5th that was all taken

words that I despised hearing, especially as a kid, and not having spoken a word in English with the exception of basic introductions. The day that changed my life was when I was eight-years old, my parents said in the most optimistic tone that.“We are moving to the United States!” These words were my greatest undoing and the thought of leaving never crossed my mind ever. I remember being speechless and wanting to cry, but could not bring myself to. I wanted to stay in Tokyo, Japan in the dark-wooden

“Things change. And friends leave. Life does not stop for anybody.” In the beginning of the seventh grade middle school year in 2013. I remember hearing this quote from English teacher during the first week of school. In my head, I vividly remember thinking to myself that this is one of those quotes for the kids who have to remember to continue to try hard and continue working hard. This was nothing that really relatable to me. Back then, I always believed that I was never needed anything. I was

Never Forget September 11,2001 a day that some of us might not remember too well because of our age, or a day that sticks out too many like a sore thumb. For my family, this is a day that will never be erased from our memory. My Dad had been commuting for work back and forth between Belleville, Illinois and New York City, while my Mom stayed home with my sister and I. I was six at the time and my younger sister Lauren was two. It was an ordinary Tuesday for us. My Dad would be gone the whole week

2006, the day that had a change in my life. The day I first came to America. Coming to America was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. Knowing I 'm leaving my own country, my friends and relatives behind saddened me. Leaving my homeland, Vietnam, meant that I had to learn a completely new different language and make new friends. When I first came here I was only 9 years old; I did not know anything. I had always thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in my country, since