An Event That Has Impacted My Life

Like I said before, I could not feel anything at the time but the help I got was more than I could have hoped for. I guess I just hoped for anything that would help take the pain away.

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?’

One thing that impacted me the most from our speakers is what Mike said. He said “just because we are in a wheel chair does not mean we need all this assistant, and does not mean we like getting help from everyone”. This impacted me because, I was always wanting to give them a hand, and give them all the help they needed, because I felt bad, and thought they needed it. However, like Mike said, they would rather not get help all the time. They would rather be independent and build their confidence. Another speaker that impacted me was Bret. Bret stated, “This accident was the best thing for me, and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it never happened”. This impacted me because, we see so many people today get into accidents, and lose a limb

Is there really such a thing as an event, movie or a book that could really change or affect somebody’s life? The answer will definetly be yes!

There are a range of events that can change someone lives; such as, a tough divorce, having a kid, and graduate from college. But when it comes to me, an event that changed my life completely was the loss of my grandmother seven years ago. The loss of my grandmother affected me in three different ways. In particular, it changed me emotionally, I become more mature, and it changed me mentally.

My anxiety morphed into fear of my parents’ dying if I wasn’t with them. With this fear, I distanced myself from my friends because I refused to leave my parents’ sides. I was convinced that I was the one to protect them from everyone and everything. Without me to protect them, it would be their demise. Not only did I not have many friends, I had this anxiety gnawing at my chest during school. The same obnoxious thought ran through my head, “your parents are going to die.” Each word beats me harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore. I started calling home sick frequently. I needed that relief from the monster. This was the only way out. This continued until my mother found out. She then decided that it was time to get help. She took me to a therapist who helped me get over my anxiety after three long hard years. I was the smiley elated girl that I used to

As a child I have always been known to my family as a quiet person. My parents would always tell me to be more open, to speak loudly, to get out of my shell. I really couldn’t find a way to express myself to get out what I was feeling inside to the my parents and to the world. As I started getting older I found ways to express myself through writing, and painting. Although I didn’t speak much I wrote my thoughts down in my little journals at home, though it being positive or negative, it became like therapy for my soul. I would write about moments that impacted my life and would then use them as lyrics that I would record myself signing to. These songs would serve as motivation to keep me moving forward. As an introvert I used creativity

It can be assumed that everyone has a moment that defines them and is bound to affect the path of life they’re bound to endure—whether it be for the better or worse. The event that I could honestly say changed my life is when I decided to move out of my mother’s house to pursue a high school education. I eventually had more control over my life because of my choice; I found my true passion, high school was easier for me to attend, and I learned that the concept of family isn’t only determined by birth.

I’ve spent over half my life moving back to back from one state to another. I was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and after that my parents moved to Iowa, but my earliest memories are from the couple years we spent in Colorado. I remember going to Preschool at a school called Legacy Lion, I remember finding out I was going to have little brothers and how excited I was that they were twins. The day they came home was they day I got my lifelong best friends. I don’t remember the day we left nor do I remember much of the drive, but we ended up moving to Arizona.

I had many good and bad thing happen to me in my life and even to this day, but today I will only be talking about the positive and fun moments or events that I had with friends or family. I have a great deal of friends throughout my life that I’m proud of. I had and a lot of fun moments with them. Same thing goes with all my family and relatives that I love very much and are all fun to be with too.

I have had many events in my life that have made a difference, however one event that has changed my life forever was that day that I met my wife. If I hadn 't had met her there would be many things that wouldn 't have happened. First off I probably wouldn’t be married today as I wasn 't actively looking for a girlfriend at the time, I wouldn’t have daughter and I wouldn’t be the person that I am today. With out a doubt meeting my wife while I was working and having the guts to ask her out on our first date was an event that made a difference in my life.

Growing up my parents would always teach my siblings and I to be the best we could in anything. Whether we liked it or not my siblings and I would always do things to our best ability. I was about seven years old when all of us started to realize that things at home were changing. My older siblings knew exactly what was going on at the time and would always tell me something to just make me go away, or to think that nothing was going on. I thought about my life at that time, every good thing that happened to me was a blessing. Having a mother who would wake my little brother and I to some good breakfast, she would walk us to the bus stop every morning, and we would pray that the day would be great. Life then was fantastic, not too many worries other than how many cavities I would have at the dentist. Shortly after I turned 8 years old, I could see a change in my parents. They weren't how they used to be. I would come home from school and not find my mom at the bus stop waiting for me, I would come into the house and see men in suits. As a child I didn't know what was going on, but when I saw my older sister cry, I was terrified. No more than a couple days went by and my sister told me what was going on. She told me there was nothing to really worry about.

One moment could have changed my life forever. Everything I had or hadn't done, said or hadn't said ultimately was a big factor in what happened the moment my heart truly skipped a beat. For I knew that in that moment, I had to stand helplessly by while I let him take his course meanwhile praying that the time that we had spent together had earned me a special place in his heart. I prayed that I'd shown him just how much he spoke to my heart and that my heart had spoken to him in some way. We all face this moment in some point in our lives. Whether we now look back at this moment as a regret that is gone but never forgotten or can still remember that sigh of relief knowing that things had gone the way that we had hoped, only we know in our

A negative experience that made a major impact in my life was when I lost my uncle, two years ago when I was a junior in high school. From this experience I learned why it is important of putting your family first above everything else.

Sometimes an event can have a strange and great impact on you, even when it doesn’t affect anyone else. For me, it was on my Mom’s 29th birthday. My grandparents, Dad, brother and Uncle Brandon were all there. My grandma brought a cake and it was spectacular. To five year old me it looked awesome. It was generously frosted with smooth white frosting that was also piped around the edges, but especially alluring was the huge red frosting flower in the center of the cake. It was calling my name. “Can I have the flower?” I asked my mom, fully expecting her to say yes- not because I was a spoiled brat but because she always let me have the huge globs of icing that chain supermarkets love to slap on their cakes, she wasn’t really a fan of sweets anyway. She always says that she would rather have seconds than dessert. But instead she said, “No. It’s my birthday.” She was just joking, she probably would have given it to me. But at the time I didn’t see that. I mean come on, I was five- that icing flower was one of the most important things in my life at the moment. All I could see was my dream with that lovely sucrose flower killed. My ticket to happiness stolen. My heart split in two. (Okay, I wasn’t THAT upset, but I did want it.)