Life Essay : A Day That Changed My Life

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

Little did I know Social Services had already taken my siblings. I was the last one to leave, I saw my mother crying. I can only assume she was crying because she was losing all of her children. She walked over to me and told me “Don’t ever forget that I love you, and will always love you.” Ten to fifteen minutes later a Social Services worker had arrived to take me to my foster bed. A foster bed is just the temporary home before my actual foster home. Two weeks later I was taken to the Social Services building where I was going to meet my foster parents. To my surprise both of my older sisters were there. I was told that we were all going to be with the same foster

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

Me and my twin sister was all that was left after our other siblings were taken and placed into foster care . our father was in and out of jail a lot so it was up to my mother to take care of 2 twin girls . my father eventually went back to jail and my mother had a mental break down and left us on the porch of my grandmother kathy's house . me and ,my sister stayed there till we were about 1 year and some months old were we were being taken care of by my 2 uncles who were teenagers at the time . after a couple of months the state decided that the house we were staying in wa unfit and wanted us in foster care until my granny came to the rescue with the best lawyers and took us into her custody . we were living with my great grandmother at the ages of 2 as me and my sister grew things got more and more expensive and she worked an overnight job so as she went to work my big cousins looked after us till she was off we didn't have a car at the time so my granny was paying people to pick us up drop us off to my cousins house take her to work and was paying my cousin to watch us at work everyday my granny would be so tired after work but still made time for us and put us first she made sure we had something even if she didn't

When I arrived home from elementary school after an arduous day of work (or at least by the standards of my 9 year old self), instead of unwinding by watching television or relaxing on the couch, I logged onto the PC and played a virtual brain surgery game. Or, alternatively, I scrolled through BrainPOP and watched health and science videos. I preferred Tim and Moby over Spongebob and Patrick.

The next few months consisted of numerous court cases. Once the case was finally settled, I never saw my older sister again. After it was over, my mom explained everything to me. The girl I’ve always known as my sister was actually my older cousin who my father was taking care of for his sister. She lied and said that my parents had abused her, but they were proven innocent in court. If court officials actually believed her, they would’ve taken me and my siblings away; we’d most likely get separated into different foster homes.

Have you ever been through something something that torn you apart and changed the way you saw yourself?Well that something was my parents divorce.It might have only been five years but it feels like forever at other times I feel like it was just yesterday they were together.My second youngest sister Julianna is five that’s how we keep track of how long they’ve been divorced.I have my step-dad now but we’re not well adjusted yet.Julianna refers to him as her dad though.The divorce didn’t involve any insane trama or violence but it tore my heart.We moved a couple of times after the split since we could not have afforded the house on our own.They shared custody of us for about two years I’d go with him and my new step-mom and my sister.My step-moms son lived with them which made it awkward.Suddenly he just stopped no phone calls no letters no well anything.

Starting in 1990’s my mom is a foster home for newborns and infants. When parents can not take care of their children they go into loving foster homes. My mom will go to the hospital and pick up day old baby’s and take care of them till the parents can take care of them or adopted into willing homes where they will live a full and happy life. My birth mom has bipolar and depression and had a 3 grade level across the boards and my birth dad has a obsessive compulsive disorder and has a 4th grade level across the boards so when i was born it was so hard for them to take care of me. With my parents not knowing how to raise my child protective services came in and put me into foster care. My mom got a call and was told that a little girl needed

It was a dark and cold fall evening; the gym was packed and everyone was looking at me. It was my first taekwondo tournament. The pressure was on. I then realized that I’ve practiced for this day for months and I know that I could do it right, so I started to relax. This was the first time I had an immense amount of pressure on me and I realized that this made me who I am today this one night changed my life forever. These months that I trained for was tiresome it required a lot of confidence and self discipline and the constant pushing of the master and instructors to become something better.

An accident last year changed my attitude towards life . That accident had a great impact on me , it taught me to treasure what i have and to treasure those people around me more . Although the accident was not life threatening , it was still the scariest thing i had ever been through in life . It was an accident that no one would have expected and wanted it to happen .

The day that changed my perspective of life for the better through the challenges faced by others close to me.

April Lecroy July 6 2015 My Life Changing event Up until about four years ago I would have listed any number of things from surviving child abuse at the hands of my psychotic uncle, to being a battered wife, the birth of my children, or having them kidnapped and fighting the local authorities to getting them home safe as my most lief changing event. All of that did play a part in making me the person I am today, but I have to say that the one thing that changed my life more than anything was watching my mother as cancer claimed her life. My mother was my best friend. I came home from the hospital on her 17th birthday, so growing up she was more like a sister than a mother. I was raised by my grandparents, so she was the cool big sister in my life. It wasn 't until after my grandmother passed away that she ever really became a “mom”. She never was like a parental authority in my life, she was always just there. My brother was her “golden child” who could do no wrong, even though I gave up everything to care for her when she got sick, he was the one who abandoned her in her time of need. I was helping my son with a homework project when I got a phone call saying my mom had been in a car accident about a mile up the road. Her oxygen tank had ran out and she was trying to change it while trying to drive. She hit a telephone pole and went airborne, jumped a bank and almost hit a building. I grabbed my son, my phone and my keys and went out the door, calling my brother on the way.

It was August 13, 1923 and at 15 years old you can’t blame me for wanting to see my friends. Though my mother had told me specifically not to go ,but me being my teenage self, I didn’t listen. So now I was cleaning the attic as my punishment and that’s when I saw it.

As times change, the meaning of words adapts and harmonize with its society. For example, the word “family” was limited to solely bloodlines. Nowadays, the word family was more of an emotional importance. Now, with this freedom, 21st century families are unique and vary so much. My family is my sister, Marleen and me. We have so many blood relatives; however, she is “mi familia.” Our history, our understanding for one another, our willingness to forgive each other, and dependence on each other makes her “mi familia.”

May 25, 2013, a day that would forever change my life. The day that I knew that with a simple piece of paper my life would be filled with endless possibilities. On this day I graduated high school. To some this is not what they would call a milestone in life and that it could be achieved by anyone but to an eighteen-year-old, African American, female, living in a small rural town that is heavy laden with poverty, this is the most memorable moment of my entire life and somehow I imagine that this is how a Muslim must feel on his or her first journey to Mecca.