My 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.

Although I have no remembrance of my early years of life, I would say that I do know my roots pretty well; I was born in a Caribbean country named Dominican Republic on April 6, 1992, which makes me sixteen years old. I am the fourth child out of six, making me the youngest out of the three girls. The basic information only situates my position in life but does not define me. I am a simple young lady that follows a routine on a daily basis. I have done small but significant things in my previous years that have shaped who I am today.

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.

Well, I was at my friend's birthday party, I wasn't expecting any news from my mom but I got some. When I heard that my sister Isabelle was going into custody with her dad, it was one of the hardest and unforgetting moments of my life. My mom was right beside me crying her eyes out and I couldn't blame her. I came home one day to see my Grandma on the deck crying, she had said “we lost our sister”, it was one part of my depression threw the weeks.

It was the end of my sixth grade year when my dad came to me and told me the most devastating news of my life. He was going overseas! Not only was he going to be at least thirteen hours away, but half way across the country in Dubai. Then it hit me…Where would I live? , Who would take care of me? , and why is he going all the way over there? Too many questions to process at one time. My dad who meant the world to me was leaving me. He was a single parent and it was just me and him since I was born. I was heartbroken.

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.

My grandmother had passed away while my friend and I were sleeping upstairs and that had changed my parents’ minds about moving. After hearing this, my friend went home and I sobbed like I had never sobbed before. It was like a salty waterfall of tears was pouring out of my eyes. My parents comforted me and told me that I would have time to tell my friends I’ll be leaving and to say my goodbyes. They also told me that moving would help me get a better education and be closer to family, an overall better life. I was still to sad to soak that in and just wanted to calm down for the rest of the day and go to sleep because it was very difficult to take in all the bad

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.

A time when I felt really sad was last christmas. It was christmas eve morning, and my mom got a call, I looked at her and I knew something was wrong, I was so scared to see what she was gonna say, did someone die, what happened? I didn't know, she was on the phone for about 15 minutes, it was driving me nuts, I didn't know who she was talking about or talking to, she just kept say “oh my gosh”, and “really”. She finally got off the phone, she sat there in shock for a few seconds, I didn't want to sound pushy or rude, but I wanted to know what was going on. She finally started talking, she looked at my dad, and started talking. I remember her words like it was yesterday. “Uncle Dave went to the hospital last night, mom said something in his

Trying to be strong-minded, I asked to go back to school three days after my dad 's death. I remember getting on the bus and everyone 's eyes were on my siblings and I. Life had gone on the same around us, but yet everything in my family 's life had changed drastically. I remember when I first sat down and the girl in front of me named Zoey turned around to speak to me. She was several years younger than I and lacked a filter as so many innocent children do. She looked at me and asked, "How did your dad die?" I remember immediately feeling overheated and while I had been trying hard to act like nothing had changed, I felt that a bus had slammed into me again. I felt sadness the most in my dad 's death; but I also felt a strong sense of

If you have lived for any length of time, you probably had a defining moment. I experienced my defining moment in the summer of 2010 when I was six years old. You may not think a child that young could have a defining moment, but you would be wrong. Moreover, our experiences as children help to shape our personalities, our outlook on life, and what fears and anxieties we develop. My defining moments happened on a trip to The American Museum of Natural History.

Now I was in sixth grade and I was at the top of my class. I enjoyed school immensely for it was an escape of hearing my mother yell if she was home that day and my teacher was caring and supportive. My mother’s mom died in the middle of the school year therefore she left to go to Illinois, where my grandmother was staying, without notice. On one hand I was glad she was gone but on the other I wanted what we had before and this took over my life for the time that she was gone. Doing school work was harder because I didn’t want to do anything but sob even though I know people had it worse I couldn’t stop myself from crying almost everyday. We didn’t even have contact with her until she reached my grandmother's body in Illinois. Her brother contacted us saying she was there and saying that she shouldn’t have been left alone since he already was well informed about her condition. When she came back I lit up and come for a hug not knowing that she’d get down to my level and say that there was, “A pentagram in the fields” which in all

Before returning to classes last fall, numerous stressful situations unfolded. My grandfather had to undergo an emergency five-bypass heart surgery. This was an extremely difficult time as the family is still mourning the loss of my first cousin, Scott Bowes. In 2013, the Keating Family was joyously preparing for the graduation of three grandsons, including myself, from high school, however tragically one grandson died in a car accident one week before graduation as the result of a drunk driver. The driver was convicted and sentenced 3.5 years for impaired driving causing death, January 3rd, 2015. This was a difficult situation for all involved, being friends with the convicted driver, as we both had played on the same community hockey team.

I hurried through the hallways rushing to get to first period like any other normal day in high school, until everything turned upside down. The beginning months of my freshmen year were what I thought would be the best start to the next four years. By the time spring rolled around, I was getting ready to start lacrosse season with my best friends. We all started playing in middle school and loved the sport, as well as our coach, who had also been the high school coach. Unfortunately, our favorite coach had been terminated and it changed everything. I felt that I had a great advantage in knowing the coach and understanding the way she taught. That day my life shifted and impacted my high school career. I attended all of the practices, including

It’s my freshman year in high school, and I must admit, so far high school is even worse than middle school. Despite the fact that I have 1,675 more days to go to finally graduate, being bullied and named called is worse than eating my grandma’s Brussels’ sprout. After middle school, I had hopes that things would get better. I was always the laidback kid that had no friends. I’ve was always considered as the quaint and unusual guy who barely had friends. Despite all that, some days, I was both happy and sad; and I always tried figuring out how that could be. There were some days that it got really bad that I even had suicidal thoughts. I guess I was tired up of all the lonesomeness, the