Life Changing Moment : Life Changing Moment In My Life

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.

March 15th, 2010, was a completely normal day. As normal as any day is for a twelve year old homeschooler. I was home with my oldest sister Brittany who was twenty at the time and I was just finishing up my homework for the day. After finishing up my math work I went to go watch television in the living room. Brittany was in her room and my parents didn't get home until later because of work. A few hours into my movie, my stomach started to hurt. Since I was twelve I didn't no the differences of pain so I just left it alone for a while. Later in the day my abdomen was aching so much I couldn't even get off the couch. After wailing for Brittany to call Mom I was sent to the emergency room in an ambulance with severe abdomen pain. After several hours in the ER and multiple tests, doctors found nothing. I was sent home and was told to take Tylenol for the pain. Once I got home, it didn't hurt anymore so I thought they were right and that I could just go on with my crazy life as a twelve year old. I was wrong. Two months after, I got the same

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.

My life changed dramatically when my son was ten months old. My husband and I decided to tell my mother in law that she cannot be a part of our lives. We had every reason to tell her because my mother in law did not come to see our son and she favored her other two grandchildren. She made promises to us that she will come to our baby shower, his birth, and to come visit more often which never happened. We were tired of getting our hopes up. we did not want our son to go through the same heart ache. Two years went past and I received news that she was going to be in town for a family function. She said she wanted to see us. I could feel in my chest, my heart pumping. Deep down my husband and I both wanted to talk to her again. This was our chance. A week before the family reunion my husband and I were nervous and wondered if that was the right thing to do for our son. We went through the week thinking of the worst thing that can happen. Finally, the day before the reunion our nerves have settled and we started to think positive. I thought to myself it will be good because our son will have his grandma and he can build his own opinion of her.

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

The nurse came in and I tried to get up. At that moment I realized, I actually realized that I was paralysed. Tears started filling my eyes, but I blinked them back. I whispered yes, and the nurse came near. As she lifted me into my wheelchair with the help of another nurse. We passed the office my mom and dad were in on the way to meet the personal trainer. Hearing their voices made me have hope, and then then I started sobbing. Through the door the doctor had just informed my parents that there was an eighty percent chance I might not walk ever

I had no idea how I got to the operation room from the pre-op room or from the operation room to the post-op room. All I knew was that when I woke up I was in the post-op room. It took me awhile to fully wake up, as I was in and out of a haze for a few minutes. Once I was truly awake, I realized that my right foot was now in a boot and that it was also elevated. The nurse asked me if I was in any pain and if I needed anymore medication. After I said that I was fine, she took me to a separate room where my mother was waiting. While in this room, another nurse came in to ask me if I would like anything to drink or eat. Once I answered, she left and came back with apple juice and animal crackers. It was now around five o’clock and everything was coming to an end; we were almost ready to go home. To get me from the room down to the ground level and to the car I had to ride in wheelchair. This was my first time being in one myself. My mom and I had prepared for me possibly feeling out of sorts and not wanting to sit upright in the car on the way home. So, we packed blankets and pillows. After the whole backseat was ready and I was situated, we started home. On our way, we stopped once to get a sandwich for me because I was still hungry from not eating much that day.

Rushing to the hospital on a Friday night, I saw a blurred vision, felt dizziness as I saw a shot of IV in my forearm. I saw my mother tears rolling down her cheeks but I told her I will be okay. I was in the emergency room and the doctor asked me various of questions about my health, “Do you smoke? Do drugs? Any sexual activity?” I answered, “No.” The doctors informed to see my family physician for further test. I was not ready for the tests because they could read my future health and change my life.

When I was only three days old doctors found out I have a life changing disease. After the discovery of cystic fibrosis in my chromosomes, I was hospitalized for three months. Seventeen years later, I have been hospitalized three times, have had three pick lines and large amount of antibiotics. In the summer leading to senior year, I was hospitalized. This time it was more frightening than before. After work one night, I began to cough up dark red blood. I immediately began to panic and sweat. My head was spinning. I could not believe this was happening. My mother nervously

It was one life-changing experience I was seven years old when I became grateful for the things that I had. I remember packing for this big trip my parents were planning for a year now. I precisely recall my mother telling me to go through my closet and pick clothes I did not use to give away, I didn't know why, but I didn't ask, I just did it. As the day got closer I remember my parents had accumulated a great amount of things to give away. I quite didn't understand why they were gathering so many things and for what reason.

A life-changing event is not something to be taken lightly. Throughout our lives, we encounter many obstacles and changes, some of which bring us joy and excitement, others of which may be hard for us to handle. When I look back on my relatively short life, it may, at first, be hard for me to think of an event that has truly molded and shaped the person that I am today. I have encountered several changes, but at the time, they felt like mere speed bumps along my path. Looking back now, it is easy for me to see that these changes were not by chance, but were placed in my path to form the person that I am today.

Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.

Throughout my life, I’ve had many turning points, whether it’s something I could control or not. Sometimes, the decision you make can cause a turning point in your life. Whether it is a good or bad decision, it’s something you have to live with. Many times, in my life I’ve made the wrong decision, but I’ve also made many good decisions that have made my life better. The biggest turning point in my life was because of a decision I made mostly on my own.