A Moment to Remember Some things will stick with you forever, as for me it was words I will never forget. It is about the time my dad told me that he was proud of me. It was sweet music to my ears, like a Billy Holiday or a Nina Simone song. It was a moment that would live on till the day I die. Words matter the most when it comes from one who means the world to you. I am my father first child out of four children. Growing up I never wanted to disappoint him. Although, my dad rarely expresses himself it was hard trying to figure out if I had disappointed him or not. My father was strict with us, he was a I am going to tell you one time and one-time only kind of guy. The day I felt I had disappointed my father was the day I drop of high school he would say “education come first”. My dad was a high school dropout himself, I felted I was holds at a higher standard. During the ten years not being in school I studied for the G.E.D test. I had failed multiply times, but not once he told me he was proud of me for taking the test. After finally passing the G.E.D test, all he said was “congratulation”. I felted puzzled I said to myself “only congratulation”, now I knew for sure I was not going to hear those words I am proud of you. The next day I called my sister the next day and told her I felt that he did not say how proud he way for me. I sister replied, “do it really matter”. Yes, for me it did. I started to question myself what would make him proud of his baby girl. I signed
Topic Sentence: The Military Service Act was vital in maintaining contribution of soldiers to Britain, Canadians faced the harsh conditions of war and were forced to serve into war without a strong motive to fight.
Picture sitting at home and cooking dinner, when all of a sudden you hear a knock on the door. Tap, tap, tap. You answer the door. A man stands there with a somber expression on his face. He tells you that your husband or wife has died in the war fighting for our country. This has happened many times. A lot of people die in the war for the American country, and their family is devastated by it. A man named Charles de Gaulle once said, “Patriotism is when love of your own people comes first…” My hope for the future is for the next generation, my generation, to appreciate those who have sacrificed by remembering, honoring, and emulating our veterans.
There are many times in our life that shape who we are, most of these “moments” go unnoticed. Things happen and change us in an instant so we often don’t remember these “moments” simply because they do not come across as something memorable. They just happen. If you’re lucky enough, you can remember this defining moment, and be able to reflect on this moment in a time of need, to remind yourself of the long journey that got you where you are at today.
My father came to U.S every year to work. Most of the time spent with my mother and my brothers. I remember when was time for my father to come to the United State and left my family because of work, it was the hardest for me, well not only for me but also for my family. Every time that I saw my father to say goodbye, my behavior changed. Since was the only girl of four brothers. I was most of the time with him, but he always treated all siblings equally. He returned every year to visit my family. The hardest part of my life, started one day when he started to did not feel well, something wrong was with his feet, that he could not even walk and it was sad thing, seeing my father sick, he could not even walk, but he always told me “daughter I am good don’t worry, everything its fine” well that words made me feel better, I knew that he was lying. However, my mind thought positive. All started on a Tuesday, I was eating in the kitchen with one of my brothers, we heard that my mother was calling my brother. She was screaming and my brother runs. Then I went to check if everything was fine, I saw that two of my brothers were trying to open the door of one of the rooms. My mother saw me there and she told me “go away” I saw their behaviors was not good, was scared, but I stayed with her. My brother finally opened the door. My father was trying to commit suicide. After, I saw my father trying to do that, just run, hug him and cried with him, I remember to
I didn't sleep the next night, for something was missing, something that I have longed for ever since I killed the old man, I know it wasn't the fact that I missed him, but it might have been the adrenaline that I experienced as I killed him, and even after, when I was dismembering his limbs. Was that it? It must have been. I fear that insanity is advancing upon me. I must satisfy my craving for the kill. But with who? It must be someone who won't ever possibly be remembered. Course in this part of town just the littlest thing, like Mrs. Jones breaking her one of a kind Russian doll, will be observed with much care. If I choose to purge upon this town I must work surreptitiously. And that's what I will do.
As I came out the car and walked down the ramp, I looked at my dad in disappointment and embarrassment. It was the worst day for me; I had just failed my driver’s test. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place again, I slowly dragged my feet back to the car. My eyes were filled with tears. I just wanted to get home quickly and lock myself in my room. I also did not want anyone else to know what had happened. I was in the process of gaining my composure back as I got into the car but at the same time I was hiding my face by looking down at my phone because I knew what was about to come. He was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself after failing the test. To each question I solely replied “I do not know”. Later on that day, as I was rescheduling an appointment for my next test, I had a feeling that all things happen for a reason and it’s not always guaranteed to get what you
It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.
So I had applied for a job and started working, I would work 8-10 shifts just to get enough money to help him pay the bills and the insurance for the car. The weeks went by and I didn’t realize how ,much class time I was missing, I was just so focused on helping out my parents, I couldn’t stand seeing my father stressed so much and my mom so sick. Finally, everything started to get better, my mom was finally out of the hospital, my dad was not stressing so bad, I put in my two weeks at
I casually walked through the park on a crisp summer day with morning dew smell still lingering in the air. Nobody is out during this time as usual. Only people awake during this hour are morning joggers and dog walkers. Of course, there was also a mother who was playing with her toddler. She catches her chocolate-brown son and tickles him, and they laugh and trip and fall together onto the floor and laugh harder. I walked by just to say hello to them as they waved back to me. I had set myself to wake up every day at this time and start running laps around the neighborhood to help lose weight. I recall running to every single spot in town on the blocks from Lang to Richland Lane were buildings in wild assortment: two drugstores, Henry Clay Frick's mansion with
Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!
The beginning of me. Here is the story I never tell. when I was a little I used to be good, sweet and nice but all that thing had gone and disappear since everything went into the wrong way. My family broke up, my mother leaved us to USA and we (me & my bro) stayed with father. My father who have never ever had responsibility, was be in charge of taking care us. On the first day of his duty, he left us at school, we had to walk home, had no food, could not able to get in inside the house. Luckily, we had a good neighbor she invited us to their house gave us some food and called my father. In my head felt like oh great I have to live with father who don't have no responsible like him forever? But whatever i was young i had nothing to worry about.
My father said he was leaving to go live with a friend. This friend happened to be a woman, and the name I recognized from my fathers email. I knew exactly what was going on. He was leaving my family and my mother for another woman. After hearing this news, I shut down. School began and I didn't care. I missed a lot of school, and I didn't push myself at all. I always wanted to make my father proud, but he left me, so I didn't see a point in trying. Things got worse when one afternoon, my mother had left her email open, and I noticed an email to her from my father. It was titled, "Why we are getting a divorce." I began reading it, and my father began to talk about this one night when him and I got into a huge fight. This fight was the worst fight I had ever had with my father, and it caused him to leave our house in anger. The night of this horrible fight was the same night my father met his current girlfriend. After reading this I felt like a failure. I had broken my family apart and I lost everything. I became extremely depressed and there were days where I didn't even leave my bed. My mother noticed and she confronted me. I broke down and told her everything. She hugged me and explained to me that nothing was my fault and my father was to blame. She also told me that I shouldn't try and impress my father, she told me to impress
I remember it like it was yesterday, the day that changed my life forever. On March 9th of 2011, my mom was diagnosed with skin cancer in her lung. The doctor gave her about six months to live and this is how it went.
My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.
Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers' license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.