I remember this tragedy like it was this morning. My aunt was out of town, so I was staying with my first cousin Andrew. I woke up fairly early for a weekend and had a cup of the best dark roast from Starbucks in my pink and white polka dot coffee cup, along with 2 tablespoons of rich french vanilla creamer. With my coffee, I went to go sit outside to listen to the bird's chirp, get a bit of fresh air and clear my head for the long day ahead of me. In my cousin’s backyard, they have a tall fogged glass patio set, sitting upon the rustic wood patio. Sitting in the backyard made me feel as though it was just me and nature herself, so put together, beautiful and calm. It was black Friday and my cousin and I were going to head to my house for our families traditional pierogi making after breakfast. My mother As well as other family members were already waiting there for our arrival. We got into the car and rolled down the windows and started to play our favorite music. Once we got into the car we were sitting there for a moment just on our phones and having a casual conversation. My cousin had mentioned his friend getting into a car accident the month before, and we were positive that we were going to be okay because he was a safe driver, and wanted to get both of us there safely. Andrew soon started to drive on the way to my house, and the gas light turned on. My cousin pulled to the nearest gas station. As we pulled in I got chills all the way from the bottom of my feet
'The Landlady' is a short story about a young lad called Billy travelling to Bath on a business trip. He arrives in Bath in the evening and looks for accommodation. Bath was an unfamiliar place to Billy so he was unsure of the area. Billy was guided by a porter who recommended the 'Bell and Dragon' because it was close by, but Billy never went. Although the landlady offered cheap prices and cosy surroundings, she changes her attitude towards Billy as the story unfolds. He then realises that this landlady doesn't appear to be all that she seems to be. He begins to become concerned during his stay but never manages to uncover the landlady's secret before she murders the young lad.
You never know when something might happen. An ordinary day can turn into a tragedy. November 8, 2016, was that kind of day. My dad was deer hunting so that afternoon it was just me and my mom.I was getting ready for gymnastics practice when my mom got a call. The caller ID read “Community Memorial”. I could hear the fear in my mom's voice as she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” she said. I waited nervously as my mom spoke to the hospital. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. “Your dad fell 13 feet out of his tree stand while he was hunting. He called 9-1-1 and is at Community Memorial right now” my mom said. At that point I didn’t know how serious the injuries were. “Is he ok?” I asked.
In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.
The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.
If you have lived for any length of time, you probably had a defining moment. I experienced my defining moment in the summer of 2010 when I was six years old. You may not think a child that young could have a defining moment, but you would be wrong. Moreover, our experiences as children help to shape our personalities, our outlook on life, and what fears and anxieties we develop. My defining moments happened on a trip to The American Museum of Natural History.
This essay is based on an event that changed my life forever. It is a passage that is mixed with feelings and emotions. This experience gave my life a purpose and a sense of direction. It allowed me to grow from a boy to a man in just one day.
Trying to acquire something new it's not always will be as expected, as will now be discussed a pivotal moment in my life when I failed in the baccalaureate exam, it changed my perspective to life it self and gained an important lesson about life.
The summer was starting and my mother was getting sicker by the day. My summer job was grounds keeping at a golf course from five-thirty in the morning until two in the afternoon. During my lunch breaks, I would drive home and eat lunch with my mom. I would always be a couple of minutes late coming back but it was well worth it. Since my mom was not doing well the doctors said she could not go on a trip to Atlanta to see her first niece get married. For twenty-six years she looked forward to seeing her dead brother’s daughter’s wedding. Needless to say she was heartbroken.
When I was seven I was running and someone pushed me and I fell and hit my head on a window seal and cut my head open.I was immediately rushed to the hospital and when we got there we sat in the waiting room and I was dripping blood all over the floor so when the nurses noticed they ran and got the tool to get my head fixed and i had to get eight staples in my skull.They did it in the waiting room because they said if I lost anymore blood I could have passed out.
Behind this image lies what it took to overcome a raging storm that has occurred in my life. It was early one morning while the dew was still fresh on the grass. I remember it as if it was yesterday. On March 26, 2015, the phone call of a lifetime awakened me. All I could hear was my mother crying saying “She’s gone Alexis, she’s gone”. “Who’s gone mama?” I replied. “Your godmother, “my mother sobbed. I pulled back the covers and sat up in the bed. The words that I just heard was too overwhelming at the time. This lady who meant the world to me is now gone. She practically raised me as if I was one of her own. What was I going to do now that she’s gone? Three weeks later, On April 14, 2015, I received another devastating phone call that my Grandmother had passed away. How could two of the closest people in my life die in a
“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.
When I was teenage life ,my special someone say I have my entire life ahead of me, with all of its best experiences I had. But despite being a teenager, I already have a personal breath taking experience, for hike and the mountain which I am sure I will carry with me until my last days my first hike to the mountains
There is a saying that, Human beings tend to perform more prohibited acts. The more my parents relock me to do some things the more I feel interested on them. May be this is the human nature. In my life, I experience these things ones. This incident is one of the best experience moments in my life. I have learnt many things of it. It was a rainy morning and I woke up early .My parents already woke up. My mom was preparing breakfast for us. I was sitting on the dining table and reading newspaper. In that time, my mom’s phone was ringing and she picked up the phone. It was my uncle over the phone. My uncle invited us to join his marriage anniversary function. We all were invited the function. My parents were so happy to hear this. I was also excited to join the function. At night, my father returned home with a big presents. It was a gift for my uncle wedding anniversary. I was so impatient to see what was in it. I asked my father what he had brought. My father said, “Open it and see.” I opened the box and saw a big classical Antique Wall Clock. It was a big Antique Clock I had ever seen and my mom was happy too.
It’s all start when my sister and I went to Watson. While I’m doing window shopping, my sister went to buy some stuff. Accidently, in a glance, I saw my sister at the health section. In consciously, I went to her with full of questions, and asked her ‘are you sick?’ Then she turned back to me and answered my question with a question, ‘is this good?’
For more than two minutes, my older brother lay completely dead on the hot, worn out concrete of Chowan College and I couldn’t do anything to help. He was only sixteen years old and this tragic event happened to him. Though this brought my family closer together, as well as closer to God, I still think about that day all of the time. I tell myself to enjoy the little things in life, because you never know when you may lose it.