The Three Defining Moments I Chose I Will Call

My birth took place in Mar del Plata, Argentina, into a family of six including myself. Years passed, my mother gave birth to a girl and was pregnant soon after to another. My father, a strong laboring mechanic decided that it was time he moved his three boys and soon to be three girls from the home he literally built with his bare hands alone, to another country with grander opportunities, not for himself, but for his six children. He decided that with the money that cost him years of tireless work and stress he could only afford passage for himself. He set off for the United States and for months he worked day in and day out, any job he could get his hands on. He paid for our flight and had a modest, dainty apartment awaiting our arrival.

It began with a small town and a small house. Until about 12 years of age I lived an average kids childhood in Alfred, Maine. Everyone was kind, I had birthday parties, friends were always over, I loved sports, especially basketball. Most of all, I was comfortable. At the time, I never realized what, or how lucky I was.

I grew up in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico, living most of my life on the country side with my Mom. My father was not in the picture, as he abandoned the house when I was very young.

We were in the streets of the neighborhood, Ann Elizabeth to be exact. We had just began to play a game of baseball with my brothers new metal bat. Mom had already left for work and my dad was getting ready to leave as well. He was running sort of late. My brother and I were about to start the game, we check around us to make sure no one was near us to play a safe game. We saw our little sister and brother at the front doors neighbor's house playing with their daughter last time we checked. As my brother threw the baseball, I was getting ready to swing then bam! Before I knew it the bat had already crashed into my little brother's head. Let me remind you that this was a metal bat. A metal bat had ran cross my little brother's head. I was so terrified. My little brother was only 4 at that time. I did not know what to do. I held him in my arms. He was still conscious. I was holding my hand over his open wound. He bled a lot. My other brother had ran to let my dad know. My dad came rushing outside,

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I was born in a big city called Baltimore, MD, but raised in a small town called Saint Stephen, SC. My mother had to relocate in order to take care of my ailing great-grandfather. While working toward her

When my mom was eleven years old, she was in a fatal car crash with her sister and both of her parents. It ended with her and my aunt each having a smashed leg and my grandpa broke his arm, but the most heart-wrenching injury was my grandma’s broken

I remember the day I had to move to Atlanta, like it was yesterday.I remember watching the news and the reported kept repeating that the state of Louisiana was under state of emergency because Hurricane Katrina was coming and that everyone had to leave as soon as possible.Knowing that my home was going to be destroyed,made me feel so broken just because of the fact that there was so many memories there.My family didn't have big enough cars so we was able to take everything that we had in our homes,so most of my childhood pictures,toys,clothes..etc got destroyed.We didn't have a place to stay for like a week or so but eventually we found a shelter in a different part of Louisiana.

I was born in Warner Robins, Georgia but, since I am a military brat I have live multiple places mostly in the south. After my dad retired from the Airforce I was raised in Kennesaw Georgia where we still live now. I have one older brother who is studying to become a music producer and also was fortunate enough of being raised by two amazing parents. My father, who retired from

It wasn't like our small penthouse in Louisiana, but it was still one of the most beautiful houses I have ever seen in Georgia. It was a two story brick house, four bedrooms three bathrooms. Which was probably a good thing for my family each kid gets their own bedroom and the oldest gets their own bathroom while the younger ones share a bathroom. As we finally unloaded the rest of our stuff from the moving van we had rented. My mother had took to the local high school and then as she enrolled me we went right down the road to the

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.

It seems to me that our most defining moments happen on the most ordinary of days. What starts out as yet another day at the office or at school, can hold some of the most radical changes to our lives, and I think that is part of God’s amazing power and beauty. We could be doing something we had done hundreds of times before, in my case, playing soccer. I took a ball to the upper right side of my face, around my eye, and the events that ensued helped me to realize God’s plans for my future degree path and thus, the rest of my life.

"Off we go!" Mama shouted. We (Gracie, Sarah, and me) were on our way to Carowinds, in Charlotte, North Carolina. It was a very humid morning. I looked around and all I saw were the tall trees of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!