The Moments That Changed My Life

On July 3, 1954 in Cleveland, Ohio, Sam and Marilyn Sheppard were entertaining guests at their house.1-4 Sam had spent most of his day in surgery at the osteopathic medicine hospital his family owned.1 When Sam got off work he headed to the Ahern’s house, their neighbors, and picked up Marilyn and Chip, Sam’s son.1 The Adhern’s, including their children, followed Sam back to his home were they made dinner and then watched TV in the living room.1,2 After participating in the chit chat of the evening, Sam became tried and laid down on a couch in the living room and quickly fell asleep.1 He remembers Marilyn trying to arouse him to say she was going upstairs to go to bed.1 Several hours later, Sam was awoken to a scream, he jumped up from the couch, ran upstairs and entered the bedroom. Suddenly, Sam was struck from behind.1,2

It was a cold, rainy winter morning in Liverpool. I had gone about my morning no different than any other working day. By 6:30AM I was showered, dressed, and full from my huge bowl of cereal. This gave me fifteen minutes to watch the latest news before I left to arrive at work for 7AM. It was 9.15AM when my cell phone began to ring; it was a call from my mother. I could tell by the quick, anxious, but bold and loud tone her voice that this was not going to be a

I am still not 100% sure where my life is headed or what is in store for me, but I think that’s the beauty of life. Growth is what makes us who we are. Growth in our relationships, growth in our thought process, even growth in our faith, they all make us. Even though many of us may not know exactly where we are headed, it’s the experience and failures along the way that form the path of life and

I have been lucky enough to not have many major conflicts or negative circumstances in my life. As I have gotten older, however, I have had to make changes in my life and make decisions based on what I want to do in the future. The biggest change in my life came recently, with what I hoped would be a sports career. I have played sports, it seems, all of my life. I played three at a time when I was very young.

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

I always grew up wondering, I don’t want life to change! I always thought that life was a perfectly planned event. I wake up, do this, go there, and eat that. But little did I know that my life would have a new, and very big change. Wonderfully big. I was only at the tender age of nine when my parents bought me the horrible news, or so I thought at the time. But life changed. Wonderfully. I remember the exact words.

The next day, as we egan the long drive home I thought back to my sophomore year. I was miserable, playing sports because that was the “cool” thing to do. I wasn’t doing doing what I loved and I wasn’t being myself. Now, my life doesn’t just have a path but a purpose, a found purpose.

As I got older I started to come to the realization that plans often do not go exactly as contrived. Sometimes, the plans I have made will alter in some way, or drop all together, resulting in an enormous amount of stress. This was the case when I decided to change my choice in career my senior year of high school. Most of my life I had been working toward the goal of being a dance teacher, but while watching a medical drama about kids with cancer, I soon realized my desire to be a pediatric oncology nurse was stronger than my love for dance. With that decision, all of my plans had entirely changed.

As we focused on finishing up our English tests, Sarah suddenly had a seizure and would have fallen to the floor if I had not caught her. “Help! Someone please get the nurse!” I shouted while holding Sarah’s body and head. “Sarah, Are you ok? Please wake up. Help is on the way.” I urged. However, Sarah did not respond and was unconscious. I could see the fear and anxiety in her eyes, and involuntarily opened mouth. She continued shivering, her whole body turning cold. I rapidly wrapped my arms around her shoulders to keep her warm. It was my junior year of high school and the first time that I had close contact with a “patient.” Nervous and worried, I did my best to comfort her.

Past event have shaped this future into a trouble time to live. Things like 9/11, shootings, and war has changed the future for not only this generation but every generation for now on. 9/11 filled the the world with fear of other races. People see someone that is from a country that has harmed this country in the past and the fear him or her because of something that they more than likely had no part.

Too often we get bogged down in our past, and in memories of events that we think define us and restrict us from moving forward. The truth is that we can decide today who we want to be. We may have some baggage, and we may have future dreams, but today is the only day where we can define who we are and what direction we want our lives to go.

Father Jacob worked at a dark, empty and creaky church named saint maries church that was frigid and chilled you to the bones just when you stand in it. When you touched the walls it felt like you were touching an iceberg in antarctica when it's winter. It was around twelve o'clock at night when Father Ronny the preacher that was filling in for Father Jacob walked in the main chapel and found Jacob dead in the aisle between the old and decaying wooden seats. Ronny quickly grabbed the old dial phone that was on a table that was barely standing. He dialed 911 with haste then told the operator

When I was born, I could have been anybody. So quick and malleable, my parents could look at my face and see a future president. They tried to mold me, but they could only work with what they had. And when their tools stopped working, they slowly handed the task off to me, asking, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

I have not been completely certain of how I wanted my life to be but now, at 33, I do not what I want out of life and what type of career I want to have. I 'm slowly building in more time in my day to focus on developing myself in order to reach my desired goals. Creating a plan that begins with the end in mind is definitely something I 'm starting immediately since reading this book.

Without a plan, you don’t really have a future. Your future is very important, you only ever get to do it once. You don’t want to mess it all up because of a silly mistake you made when you were young. I’ve been think about my future for a few years now and I’ve come to realise that now i’m in high school there are several thing I need to accomplish if I want to fulfill my dream plan. I really want to be a