Garth Brooks sang “our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, But
I’d have to miss the dance.” That sums up so many events that we experience in a lifetime. I think most people think of a joyful, exciting moment in their past. I, however, think of a beautiful, haunting memory of my first adult moment of losing someone close to me. I have been in my husband’s family since I was about 15 years old. Watching a family unit function as one was an odd sensation. Standing, watching brothers and sisters, a mother and father was foreign. I felt like I was watching an almost made up t.v. show. I was from a home made up of a single parent (until later in life), and my aunts, uncle, and my loving grandmother.
My future father in law was a man of many faces. He could be hilarious, sitting on the patio smoke in hand, telling a dirty joke. I would be doubled over with laughter. He could also be stern. I saw more of that later when he would scold my son when he had done something not becoming of a little man. I had seen the sorrow in his eyes the day his father past away. He seemed to be sad and relieved at the same time over that event. I never realized how close we had become over the years. It hit me like a blow to the stomach when my sister in law phoned and told us to meet them at the V.A. hospital. Bad news was on the horizon. Sometimes you just feel the cold, dank, depressive air and know life is about to change forever. There in that
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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.
Growing up, English speaking, oldest child from California, my definition of family has changed a lot over the years, but no matter the changes my family has always had a strong impact on my life. When I was growing up, I was always around family. Christmas Eve was always spent with my mom’s
My family structure growing up was not technically traditional. My family consist of my mom, my dad, and two older brothers. My parents are divorced so I have a single-parent family.
Trying to acquire something new it's not always will be as expected, as will now be discussed a pivotal moment in my life when I failed in the baccalaureate exam, it changed my perspective to life it self and gained an important lesson about life.
When I was seven I was running and someone pushed me and I fell and hit my head on a window seal and cut my head open.I was immediately rushed to the hospital and when we got there we sat in the waiting room and I was dripping blood all over the floor so when the nurses noticed they ran and got the tool to get my head fixed and i had to get eight staples in my skull.They did it in the waiting room because they said if I lost anymore blood I could have passed out.
Family as you grew up –Growing up, I had a close-knit family. We came together to celebrate birthdays and holidays. As I grew older, we spent less and less time together as a family due to personal obligations (work, education, immediate family).
family consists of two brothers, two sisters, my Mom / Stepfather, and my Dad /
As I walked up the stairs, my nose was flooded with an aroma of fresh paint, wood chips, liquid makeup, and dusty props. I could feel the energy of the room buzzing with excitement, ambition, and a common mindset to make this the best performance yet. I was in my happy place for the second time in my life. I was on the stage. The string of rehearsals and performances that followed lead me to fall in love with performing.
I grew up in a friendly family subdivision in Houston, Texas. My family consisted of my Mother, my step father “Jack” , two little sisters and a big brother. I would like to say I had a very tight knitted family. We ate family dinners at the table together, played games together, and hosted small parties at the house for family and friends every once in awhile. I would say my Mother was the strict parent and my step Father was the easy going, laid back parent. Jack always treated us as if we were his own children, a sweet and friendly person and fun to hang around.!
When asked about the most important moment in your life, what is the first thought that comes to mind? Is it something beautiful and profound—such as the birth of a younger sibling? Is it something depressingly vivid in it’s own way—like the death of a beloved grandparent? Is it something small that had a magnificent effect on you—discovering a lost neighbor cat led you to meet your closest and longest friend, for example? For me, when I try and reflect on the most significant and meaningful moments in my life, instead of remembering the day my mother told me that we were moving to Michigan, or my first day of kindergarten (or even high school), I seem to only be able to conjure up little insignificant lapses of time. I think of when I was 9, standing in my red rubber boots in the middle of our garden, as my mother was trying to take a “calendar picture” (she liked to get custom calendars of my brother and I to send to our relatives every year) of us, thinking to myself that I was going to remember this moment forever. I do not know why 9 year old Emily thought that moment was so important that she deemed it absolutely necessary to remember it for the rest of her life, or why my brain still thinks that it’s relevant enough to remember it just as vividly now, 8 years later; however, it did teach me one thing: the most vivid moments in my life are not the most significant.
At the beginning of the semester, I learned a definition of the word family. It stated that a family is any parent-child relationship that cared for each other, that was committed to being in that relationship, and considered that group to be significantly attached. I am going to explore two theories and explain how I turned out the way I did, along with why my family functions the way it does. I will also reflect on things I have learned this past semester in this class.
It is believed that there is a moment in time in everyone’s life when they come to some sort of conclusion of humanity and how the world truly works, whether it’s at a football game, or in school, or at home, everyone has that moment in their life and every moment is important to each individual person. My personal moment transpired over the course of the summer of 2015, two years ago. That summer I had decided that I was actually going to do something important, something that truly meant something to my life, I decided I was going to take part in the Glen Este High School Marching Band. I was only an 8th grader and suffice to say, I was not very good at my Saxophone. I had only been playing it for two years after switching from Alto to Tenor and even though I loved it I was terrible at it. Mr. Morgan was always there to make me feel confident about my ability but deep down I knew I had to get better and when the words came from his mouth, “If you are someone that really wants to get better at their instrument you should really try it” I knew that I had to try it out at the very least. So I signed up and weeks later we got our music for our very first show, Phantom. Of course as most people will remember our opener and most popular song was Phantom Of The Opera and it was difficult. Immediately after seeing the music I was nervous and wasn’t sure how to play most of it, right after hearing that we would have to even have the music memorized I went into full panic
I was always been told as child that I would have that moment. The moment in which you would know instantly that you were created for something better than yourself- the moment a ‘light bulb’ per se would go off in your head. Growing up, I have struggled trying to find this moment. My parents taught me the value of hard work, and no matter what my moment would be I would need to work for it. Between being a full time high school and part time college student, holding leadership positions in many extracurricular activities, playing a varsity sport, volunteering with many organizations, and working part time, I learned time management and graduated in the top ten of my high school graduating class with distinction and honors. The study skills and organization methods I learned soon carried over to my college experience when my school and work load equally doubled creating a hectic atmosphere. Many people have asked me why I add unneeded stress into my life by becoming apart of my college by representing organizations on different ends of the spectrum, and why I sometimes pull a thirty hour work week to compensate someone else needing time off.
My family consisted of my parents, seven brothers, one sister, and myself. We were all very different despite being so closely related in age – each sibling being apart in age by only two years or less. Due to our proximity in age, each of us was closest to the sibling that was immediately older and/or younger in age. This way, the sibling who was immediately older in age would have to take care of the younger one, and so on.
Everyone has a special moment in their life. Some might be good, others not so much, but one thing that remains constant is the impact that moment leaves on you for the rest of your life. Fortunately for me, my moment was great. Now granted, I've only been around for 16 years, have yet to graduate high school, get married, or start a family, but up until now there's one moment that's always stood out to me. Let's flashback to 2010.