The Most Important Moment Of My Life

There are many times in our life that shape who we are, most of these “moments” go unnoticed. Things happen and change us in an instant so we often don’t remember these “moments” simply because they do not come across as something memorable. They just happen. If you’re lucky enough, you can remember this defining moment, and be able to reflect on this moment in a time of need, to remind yourself of the long journey that got you where you are at today.

Memories can last a life time, so we tend to only remember the extraordinary ones. Extraordinary like the essay “The Yellow Ribbon” by Pete Hamill, in which he talks about how a person named Vingo, was riding on a, bus recently released from jail, to this oak tree explaining to some passengers that he had told his wife to leave him if she wanted, since he went to jail or to go to this oak tree and tie a yellow ribbon around it to see if she wants him to stick around and he will go and check it out. In the end, he saw hundreds of ribbons tied on to the tree. Not only is this an amazing story, but also very unforgettable one as well, because he finds out that after four years in jail his wife has enough love for him to go to this tree and tie hundreds of ribbons just to show the type of love the women had for Vingo. I have to say that, I believe this story is truly unforgettable, but I also got a story that is very extraordinary, like the time that I got my very first car. Furthermore, I didn’t just get a car, I got the love of two truly loving parents.

To choose one memorable time in my life is not an easy task. There are many occasions in my life that stand out, many even prepared me to be the woman I am today. One of those moments, the day my daughter was diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. That day was my first lesson in patience and fueled my ability in research. Yes, I admit I was very nervous and concerned. I educated myself by reading numerous books. You could even go as far as to say I was obsessed with everything I heard and read about ADHD. I wanted to become knowledgeable and not just take the word of others.

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.

As a young child, I used to worry with unfitting anxiety that I would forget events or scenes that I held dear to me. In a scrambled attempt to preserve moments exactly as they were, I’d try to memorize every detail of something I felt was important—the color of the sky before the sun sunk behind the winter horizon, the way the trees looked tired during a pale yellow July day, the smell of waxed tile floors as I tip toed down the halls of a building afterhours. Perhaps in this frenzied attempt to remember the smallest of details, I have forgotten the most salient moments, the ones I intended to keep in the first place but have long lost track of in more chaotic years. I could not tell you what my first day of Kindergarten or 6th grade was like; I can remember hitting my head on the

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.

Thinking back to my admittedly privileged childhood, the most vivid memory I had wasn 't of my first dance recital, or my first lacrosse game, or even my first fist fight that I won against my seventh grade bully. It wasn 't even of the day when my father was brutally murdered in front of my sister and I when we were thirteen. No, the most evocative memory I had was the day I purchased the newspaper for my parents at age twelve and saw, sprawled across the cover, the headline that changed my life forever.

There will be one moment in our life that could be important and symbolic to us. It could be simple ones or even complicated ones. Sometimes, seeing electricity for the first time could transform someone’s life. Even searching for your cultural identity could be significant to you.

Old moments that come to stay spinning in my head, making me cry, laugh, and contemplate. Those beautiful moments that will never be repeated, because they have gone with the wind leaving coldness. Those moments that tomorrow we will not see because you has left. Now you're flying in the other world, watching over us.

I once heard a saying, “Your hardest times, often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep the faith. It will all be worth it in the end.” It all began on----> June 22, 2005. Boohoo, I Whimpered. It was a murderous weep, like a Murderous lion trying to eat an innocent deer. So one day, well the first day I ever experienced light was June 22, 2005. My Mother would always say “You’re certainly a prodigy.” I was born on a military base called 29 palms in California. My Biological Mother was named Elica. She was horrible. She made horrible choices and I'm glad that I was adopted when I was eight months old From June 22, 2005 to June 22, 2006, I always took a bath in the sink. I took a bath in the sink because I was small and I wouldn't fit in a bathtub, obviously haha

Not too long ago, I was high in the sky looking down at the white fluffy clouds below me wondering where my life was headed next. My decisions and everything else that came to mind, mainly wondering if being there in that moment was best for me. I kept looking around at others, maybe someone to talk too just to get my mind off of things, but instead told myself that nobody wants to talk about here. My mind doesn’t stop, I’m constantly thinking about the good, bad, and the ugly. So I pressed a button, then a lady appeared with a ginger ale and pretzels. I snacked then decided to sleep it off until we landed.

The people you care most about in life could be taken away in a second so we have to spend our time wisely with them because you never know what could happen. I experienced that not to long ago and it made me appreciate who I have in my life. You don’t really think about all the important people in your life until you almost lose them.

Many people live life jam packed with tasks to complete and deadlines to meet. They are so focused on what is next, that they forget the most important thing in life is to live in the present. There are so many people stressed out worrying about the future or dwelling on the past that they lack joy. In my opinion the best way to live life is live in the present moment. By living in the present, I will live a peaceful, happy and content life. I will work to make the year of 2018 a momentous year in my life. Living the moment will allow me to find success emotionally, physically, spiritually, and in relationships.

I remember this tragedy like it was this morning. My aunt was out of town, so I was staying with my first cousin Andrew. I woke up fairly early for a weekend and had a cup of the best dark roast from Starbucks in my pink and white polka dot coffee cup, along with 2 tablespoons of rich french vanilla creamer. With my coffee, I went to go sit outside to listen to the bird's chirp, get a bit of fresh air and clear my head for the long day ahead of me. In my cousin’s backyard, they have a tall fogged glass patio set, sitting upon the rustic wood patio. Sitting in the backyard made me feel as though it was just me and nature herself, so put together, beautiful and calm. It was black Friday and my cousin and I were going to head to my house for our families traditional pierogi making after breakfast. My mother As well as other family members were already waiting there for our arrival. We got into the car and rolled down the windows and started to play our favorite music.

The first time I went to states was in 9 years old in 2013 I went two and two and out, but was the greatest day of my life it was awesome. First it’s the day of the weigh-ins and i 'm going for 55 pounds and it is you do and wrestle or you don 't and you go home. I have been cutting weight to make it all week and me and my dad are in line, first the check you in and you get a ticket then you go. Soon before I know it i 'm up and it is cold and i’m in shorts and i 'm freezing and of course so hungry but then I step on the scale and I make it 53.2. After I get into something warmer, thank goodness and we go and they give your stuff to get in tomorrow and then we go to my favorite place Steak and Shake. Then we go to get a hotel room and they