My Moment In Time : Moment In Time

I casually walked through the park on a crisp summer day with morning dew smell still lingering in the air. Nobody is out during this time as usual. Only people awake during this hour are morning joggers and dog walkers. Of course, there was also a mother who was playing with her toddler. She catches her chocolate-brown son and tickles him, and they laugh and trip and fall together onto the floor and laugh harder. I walked by just to say hello to them as they waved back to me. I had set myself to wake up every day at this time and start running laps around the neighborhood to help lose weight. I recall running to every single spot in town on the blocks from Lang to Richland Lane were buildings in wild assortment: two drugstores, Henry Clay Frick's mansion with

Everyone has a defining moment at one point in his or her life. Like Tom Benecke in “Contents of the Dead Man's Pocket", who had discovered his defining moment when he realized he was on the edge of death. Similarly, I found my defining moment at the age of eight when I almost drowned in the water. It was a moment that changed my life forever and will always remain in my heart.

My dad seven years of dating this woman finally got married to her and it changed my life forever. She took the role that my mom was supposed to play, but my mom quit. My “step mom” even

It was a night resembling every other preceding it, though within it was a pivotal moment directing me on a path to a world of medicine. As the rays of light began to recede and the sounds of the crickets chirping resonated louder with each passing minute, there I sat upon the curb watching my younger family members race back and forth across the gravel in pursuit of earning their team a goal. The parents stood idly by conversing with one another, failing to notice when a particular young boy tripped on one knee with great force. Slowly he stood as the other players on the field continued playing without a glance towards their injured teammate. Turning in the opposite direction he walked to a secluded area, slumped down, and bowed his head while cupping his knee. Approaching him, I noticed there was the faint sound of sniffling. Bending down I asked if he was hurt and at last he raised his head, still holding on to his knee. Putting on a brave face he responded with a resolute no.

December eleventh, 2012, started out as any other Tuesday did. After school, I left with my friend, Jessica, and her mom to go pick up her little sister, Sophia, planning to go shopping before heading to a doctor's appointment. When picking up her sister, we stayed to talk and eat popcorn with the family who had been watching her for about half an hour before heading to the

Foundation has taught me to value my personal experiences. I reflect them through contextual research as this encourages my developmental thought process. In effect, I have evolved my understanding of how to relate to an audience. I have grown to realise the importance of feedback as it provides me with improvements and further design concepts.

Those two years came and went until one day dad received a phone call from grandma, she needed us. Uncle Tim and she had an argument about his wife and her children, they were living with her until they had their new house built and something blew up. Without a second glance my uncle and his family packed up everything and left. Grandma did not make her own food, she did not shop for her own groceries, she was purely dependent on her son, and she never had any reason not to be, because he was always there for her. Grandma was alone for the first time in a long long time. All it took was for a phone call from grandma to have dad running over there, leading to the realization that dad did not talk to grandma for two years not by his choice but because grandma had not reached out to him

I find it amazing how a single moment can be captured and only the people that were there know the meaning behind that picture. When you see my picture you see a little boy having a good time finger painting but when I see it the picture has much more meaning. The little boy in the picture is my three year old nephew who I love very much and he is doing something he never dared to do. My nephew is a very smart kid but when it comes to trying new stuff especially if it involves touching shiny things he isn't a big fan of it.

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.

down my parents’ face because that had been the first time I left them to go to a program. The tight hugs they gave me showed care and compassion. My friends were both excited and upset to say goodbye to their parents. FLASH, CLICK, FLASH, CLICK, everyone was taking pictures to cherish them at a later time. In the Latin world, this is the hardest part parents go through. Because they always have their child by their side it’s tough to let them go. Even if it was only a week, that was a big moment for them. “Take care, Mija (daughter).” My mom would say a billion times. “I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad.” I hugged them without tears to appear strong. “We will miss you.” My dad had said only once before I saw him leave the van. As I took a closer look at the van, there was a sight I had only seen once.

Everyone discovers the pain of losing someone they love eventually. In my opinion, my turn to experience that pain came much too early. But, that loss also forced me to grow up. It forced to me accept the things that I can’t change, to start taking responsibility for my actions, and it showed me that the world most definitely doesn’t revolve around me. There has been no experience, relationship, challenge, or obstacle that has influenced me more than saying goodbye to my grandpa.

In everyday life people show encouragement and give motivation to me and the people around me. A good example of this is during wrestling season. During wrestling season people show motivation by cheering myself and others on. No one is more motivational than your coaches. No matter what your doing the people yelling at you and cheering you on never gets old. Nothing is better than winning a match and having everyone cheering you on.

This was the third time I had woken up paralyzed. The first time was the most pleasant. I opened my eyes but my movement stopped there. I could see nothing but the ceiling. I could hear nothing but the birds chirping from my window. I could feel nothing but the bed against by back and the covers over my chest. This lasted about 5 minutes. The next morning was different. This time, I felt pressure on my left leg. The floor around me creaked periodically. I noticed brief flashes in my peripheral vision. It was at this moment where I realized I wasn’t alone. Someone or something was walking about my room as if surveying my paralyzed body. Whatever the thing was, it was gone by the time I could move again. This time it had lasted 15 minutes.

Fast forward a couple years to 2013, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. This was not and still is not an easy thing to have to deal with. This lady who was always this strong person who wouldn’t take crap from anyone has now been beaten down too sick to get out of bed. Our roles have switched now I take care of her, I lie with her for countless hours making sure she is okay just as she did when I was a kid. My mom comes to me for security and reassurance now, I have to be there for her and stay strong. I had to learn to talk to her without crying every time I looked at her. When you were a child your parent crying was one of the scariest things so I have had to do the same for her. This has ultimately pushed me to young adult hood. I had to deal with this huge emotional disaster and the woman who I usually run to for advice was the center of the

I was always told as a 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 in my life by becoming a part 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.