My Moment In My Life

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

Everybody in my family was heart broken especially my dad. The news was so sudden because I left school early and I didn’t understand why I left. Once I got home, I saw my dad crying on the sofa in the living room. I knew something bad has happened. As in bad because I have never seen my dad like that before he sees himself as such a powerful man that he seems so vulnerable. Weeks after my uncle's funeral there was, of course, another argument. I saw myself as a kid who was torn and split to be shared between a family that was close to disaster. It was hard, I used to blame myself for everything to see if I was able to resolve the

He was never the same after that day. His temper was much shorter and he never seemed happy due to the injuries he sustained. I blamed myself. He was coming to pick me up from school. Things only continued to get worse from here. Summer before my sophomore year I was “kicked out” of my friend group and told to “make new friends”. This was also the year my parents separated. The divorce was messy and caused custody battles and lasting financial issues.

“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.

Fencing is , in technical terms , the sport of fighting with rapiers (swords) in order to score points against an opponent, to me, it’s simply the art of sword fighting. My most memorable moment happened to me, during my junior year in high school ( when I was still fencing in my free time ). I and some of my fencing class entered a tournament called The Golden Gate International which took place in the gym of a State University. I still remember when my dad and I finally got to the gym, I was ecstatic, from the outside the gym looked more like a convention center. The tournament took place on the indoor basketball court ( which got divided into several sections for multiple matches ) was massive, almost twice the size of my high school gym. There were rows of seats on both side of the gym, and even stairs and a elevator that led to a balcony like, second floor where you could get a bird’s eye view of the whole gym.

I had no idea my father lost his job until I got home from school that day. When I walked in, I saw my father sitting upon his chair, in the family room, with bloodshot eyes. I was amazed- I never saw my father cry before. I always thought that he was this extremely tall man who could care less about what other people thought of him, who could do almost anything, who loved my mother, my brothers, and I so dearly. I asked him what was the matter, but all he did was tell me to go to my room and do my homework. Then, I went and asked my mother why my father was acting the way he was, all she said was, “Your father and I will tell you and your brothers later.” It wasn’t until dinner when my mother and father told my younger brothers and I what had happened. My brothers did not seem to

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

Garth Brooks sang “our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, But

At 6:30 a.m, I started my morning off by listening to my favorite Fifth Harmony song while brushing my teeth. I was singing at the top of my lungs because I was so pumped for what was to come. Nothing and no one could take this moment away from me. All of my blood, sweat, and tears were about to finally pay off. Today was the day that I signed to Midwestern State University with no regrets. The countdown was on. Seven hours until the biggest moment of my life. Five years. I had been cheerleading for five years. My parents had invested every ounce of time and money into my cheer career and this was my chance to show them that it wasn’t a waste. I couldn’t wait to see my parents reaction as I sign the paper, knowing that their only daughter was going to be the first to go to college on scholarship. The entire day was a blur except for 3:00 p.m. I had my own little section decorated with Midwestern gear. I had my high school cheer uniform to represent my past, and my Midwestern State University uniform to represent my future. There were pictures of me scattered across the table with my letter of intent in the middle. It was time. I was so excited, there was a huge smile plastered on my face. I had all the people that meant the most to me in the room to watch me make the biggest decision of my life. As I sat there in anticipation of what was to come, my coach was giving a speech about what I had done for the program, and how I had grown over the years. When she was

Morning brought with it heavy rain, the nail-like droplets pelleted against the rim of my helmet and gathered in a puddle between my feet where I sat. The rippling pool brought a sense of peacefulness to the harsh conditions the trenches brought. The rain muffled the sounds of stray gunfire and stomach-curdling screams, it helped to take my mind off of what were to come over the course of the next few days. The things Ive seen will never be forgotten, visions of people I considered brothers being torn apart by enemy fire only metres away from me ingrained into my mind, sights of explosions crippling those anywhere near them constantly relaying through my brain. I always thought fighting for my country would be my proudest moment but no level of patriotism could prepare even the strongest willed of men for the sadistic and unthinkable acts that take place here. Never in my life did I think I would kill a man, a changed person I was the day we stormed the beach. Sure it was only days ago but I will never forget that night, bullets hammering down from the steep cliffs, piercing the flesh and muscle of anyone that were to stand in its way. The adrenaline made things feel unreal, screams, gunshots, cries for help. I've never ran so fast in my life, conveying from one form of cover to the other with only hopes of making it out alive. It took 25 minutes to overcome the enemy's outpost but it felt like an eternity, scaling the rocky cliff preparing myself to put an end to the

Everybody will go through moments in their life which will teach them lessons, some that are more important than others, and personally there is one event that still sticks in my mind to this day. It was the time that I started my dad’s car and accidently crashed into my neighbour’s garage door. Today, I know that I should never go against my parent’s words, and I know for sure that the day I crashed my parent’s car is when I taught myself this life lesson.

I started my day like I had every day for the previous seven months. Wondering if today would end with me laying ice cold and lifeless in a coffin. Seven months prior, I got my first E.K.G., I found out there was something drastically wrong my heart. Spontaneously, my heart would beat at a vigorous pace exceeding far past a normal heart rate. These spontaneous fits of speed were impossible to control and felt as though I was slowly being stabbed in the heart by a dull and rotten blade. Every breath I took would plunge the knife deeper into my chest. Then, at the point where I felt as though my heart may erupt out of my chest it would finally slow. I would catch my breath and my day would continue. I lived in a consistent cycle of fear and acceptance that each day could be my last. I feared the day may come that my accelerated heart rate may not slow down. Finally seven months later, the doctors were able to diagnose me with Supraventricular Tachycardia. I was immediately scheduled for surgery.

We all have that moment in life that changes us in some ways. I think back at events in my life, as an example the births of my children that caused me to grow into a mother and the woman I am today. However, there is a moment in my life, after my children, I was psychologically lost. This moment changed my life forever!

Mother Nature was always a big and a respectful attraction to me, we come and are part of Mother Nature. I was raised at my grandmother’s farm in a remote village of my native country Peru. Food and livestock were available right there for us, as well as pesticides. However, there was no information about the pesticides’ side effects; schools and medical facilities were hours away from us.