The Life That Changed My Life

The next hour was just me sitting there on the couch watching television while my brother got on his bus. Then it was my turn, I had just eaten breakfast and was ten minutes away from getting on my bus. My mom told me it was time to get on the bus, so we both walked outside. Three minutes later the bus was coming down the road and was headed straight for my house. It pulled up and I proceeded to walk through the doors onto the bus. I sat right next to my friend from elementary school and I was on my way.

Just three days before I was to go to third grade my family went to the hostpital.Today was the day my mom was going in labor!When we got there I was told to stay in the waiting room with my granny (she was visiting again).She went and bought some snacks from the snack machine while I sat down and read a book I brought.After what seemed like hours my dad came and brought us to my mom’s hospital room.On the way I saw doors that said something like”It’s a Boy!” or “It’s a Girl!”. I also smelled the smell of paint since there was some reconstruction nearby.When we arrived at my mom’s room there was a picture of a pink flower,a pink picture of an elephant on one table,pink streamers hanging from the ceiling,and balloons held by a pink balloon weight.My mom was holding the cutest thing I ever saw,my sister.After everyone giving presents to my mom and holding my sister It was my turn to hold her.She was so cute,her tiny little body was all red,her eyes were barely open,and she had this one strand of hair.The cutest thing was when her tiny little hand wrapped itself around my

As I am writing/typing this journal based on a life event, which changed my outlook on life, I

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

My mom call me to the kitchen. I rushed down stairs as if I was a cheetah trying to catch my prey. I kissed my mom on the cheek ten times and said thank you, thank you, thank you. I ran outside. I layed on the grass thinking what would happen the next day, but my thoughts went away

Two days later I awok in pain. And saw my mom crying. I could not do anything as the life drained out of me the last thing I saw was my mom looking at me and saying, “I love you, remember that” Then everything went dark and next thing I knew all I saw was a dark mist swirling around me as my tan skin

I like to myself agnostic, even though I was brought up to be Jewish my whole life. I would like to start from the very beginning. My father was brought up reformed Jewish. My mother’s parents are Jewish even though she was not brought up Jewish. When my mother became older her religion became a lot more important to her, and by association it would be forced to be important to me.

There are many different life changing events that can change your life. Sometimes things happen in people’s life and they can’t do anything about it. Changes can be good and sometimes it can be a terrible thing that results in a positive turn in one’s life. Change is a part of life that no one looks forward to. Everyone’s life changes at some point. Life is full of many unexpected challenges that will be thrown in your face at any place and any time. People learn and grow from every experience that they go through in life. Some of the events that have changed my life was losing my grandmother, graduation, and going to college. Changes come almost every day in my life.

I spent my day peacefully in school learning new information and just talking with my friends. After school, I was walking back to my home alone. I remember the neighbour family in the morning, I picked up some dandelions from the roadside to show my family. I took it back carefully as possible as I can back home so the white fluff on the dandelion wouldn't blow away. When I finally arrived in front of my house, I saw my mother sitting in front of the entrance door with her face down on to her knee. When she looked up and found me in front of her, her face looked nothing like what I used to recognize her or what I would except a mother to look like in front of her child. She looked terribly tired and frightened as if she was chased by a murderer. Then, she demanded me to open the door grabbing my shoulders hardly. For a moment, I couldn't move nor say anything. I was frightened of how she looked at me, I abandoned the option of saying no to her and so I did what she asked. I knocked on the door as usually I would and shouted at the door “Dad, I'm back home!”. Then the door opened slowly, at a glance I saw some pieces of glass and knife on the floor and my father with his face completely red. I was confused of what was happening at the room. Then my mother broke into the house and slammed the door hard. The door was closed again in front of

Many say that you become the person you want to be, but what if you don 't realize you became the person you hated the most?.When you 're younger you see,hear,and touch things that you don 't realize change the person you are today.I had many relationships, but one girl has changed my life in a way that i never imagined.In all my relationship before I wouldnt stay for long; i was always figuring why go out with someone if your not happy.Which brings me to, one of the most vivid memories when I was younger my parents were always fighting; it was a normal thing. My parents were together for a while they loved each other, or so it seemed but I just thought they were together for us. My brother and I grew up really close; he would babysit while my parents were at work which was often.Seeing my parents fight wasn 't something I thought was weird or uncommon it 's just something married people or couples did.I always thought If you 're not happy why stay with each other what 's the point.

From time to time I relive this part of my life with an ashamed perspective. It all begins to come back to me on the morning of December 16th, I awoke after a sleepless night of exercising, flushing my system with water and with mixed emotions about even prayed. I went through this because four nights previous I had raved it up at a party smoking a copious amount of weed. This I consider to be my life changing experience.

Eight years later that all changed, It was a regular day in little town Austin, Minnesota, I was finishing up lunch. Then grabbed the keys for my mail box. When I walk outside towards the mail I felt butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t understand why I kept think maybe it was something I ate. Then it got worst I felt something was going to go wrong. Every step I took down each cemented stair I felt my hands becoming num, my arms becoming

With me graduating in May, Looking back on how I have changed is something I do a lot actually. Just over these past couple of years, I feel like I have changed a lot inside and out. Even though I have changed, I still have a few of the same characteristics. For one, I have always been a little lost when it comes to talking to girls. Hopefully one day that does change but for now, that 's always been me. Another quality that I have kept is my sense of humor. Call me immature if you want, but my sense of humor has not changed since I was a little kid. SpongeBob and Patrick will always have me rolling on the floor laughing my butt off. As far as how I have changed, where do I start? One thing I feel like I changed was my procrastination. Even though this is being written the day before it 's due, I use to be so much worse. Freshmen year I would probably have done this assignment in the last hour before it was due or just not even do it at all. That 's one thing I 'm glad I changed. If we were to go back 10 years ago when I was 12, I would have to say I 've changed a lot. I know back then I use to be terrified of driving. I never thought I would be able to learn to drive. I actually remember telling my mother that I would have to ride my bike everywhere just to get around. Now I can 't image not driving for even one day. Likewise, I can remember a few things about myself that are still true to this day. As a 12 year old, I always seemed to have a darker perspective of life. I

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

You most likely live in a house or an apartment. It's something you have and need. But what you don't know if anything can be taken away. You can lose a couple dollars or your whole house. Never take what you have for granted