Today Was The Day In My Life

This only made me more nervous and upset. The sound of the car shutting off snapped me out of the thoughts and back into reality as my dad alerted me we were at our destination.

That beautiful morning, the morning of the day that marked an event that will change the lives of those who were witness to a melancholy occurrence. That day started with kids and parents going about their normal morning routines trying to get ready for their days at school and work. Nobody expected the turmoil that would ensue in the middle of that beautiful november afternoon.The sunlight coming in the window and the rays lightly brushing the skin for just a slight warmth when eating the delicious home cooked breakfast made by a caring heart. This was the morning that Tom Nensel had that day. Tom, my father, was one of those unsuspecting

One day, after school on May 31st, my mom and dad sat my sister and I down in the living room. At first I thought “ what's going on, who passed away, did something bad happened, what'd I do wrong” not until my Mom finally said, “Girls, we’re taking a trip to West Palm Beach Florida this week.”

Roosevelt once described his service in the Spanish-American War as “the great day of my life” (www.nps.com). Roosevelt’s incredible leadership ability was first put to the test and demonstrated during the Battle of Las Guasimas as he braved a hail of enemy fire from horseback and led his men to a flanking position that broke the back of the Spanish forces and sent them into retreat. Following this action, Col. Wood was promoted to General, and Roosevelt was promoted to Colonel, giving him command of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry Regiment. Las Guasimas was a defining moment in Roosevelt’s life; however the greatest of these moments was no doubt at the Battle of San Juan Heights. Pinned down by heavy enemy fire, Roosevelt mounted his horse and cried “Are you afraid to stand up, when I am on horseback,” (www.artofmanliness.com) as he charged headlong into the fire and up Kettle Hill. After taking the first hill, Roosevelt saw that the American effort on the adjacent San Juan Hill was faltering, and he once again rallied his men for one final assault on the Spanish position. The following description of Roosevelt’s action is from his Medal of Honor citation, which was awarded posthumously in 2001.

Ten years ago, on June 6, 2006, what seemed to be a regular day turned out to be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s birthday, and my family planned to go to a family friend’s house to eat. If I knew then what I knew now, I would have talked my dad out of going because it was the day my life changed.

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and a tingly feeling in my belly; the reason for my joy was the name-plate hanging outside my door that read Dr. Agrima Agrawal, Assistant Professor, IISc Bangalore. My first day as a professor in this prestigious institute, giving me the opportunity to mould life, imbibe knowledge and make a difference; a difference which would matter.

On the morning of May 5th my views, my ideology, and my life changed dramatically. It was an expected loss yet caused me to realize just how much things in life mean, even the smallest things. After getting out of the shower and dressed for school I had time to spare so I decided to make sure everything was ready and eat some breakfast. I turned to look at my phone, after deciding to turn it on, and all I saw was a list of text messages from my mother. I normally don’t get that many texts, that early. I knew something bad must have happened. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages. My great grandma had died; an influential person for me and my family. She died after being on hospice for 5 brutal days. Images flashed across my mind: her and I playing cards, her teaching me to cook, and her lessons, forever engraved into my soul.

The day that I woke up to my father’s forlorn face is the day that took away all hope

The date was October 1st, 2012. Rain poured down in addition to the heavy wind on this dreary Monday morning, and I had awoken rather later than usual. Finding it perplexing that my mom did not awake me for school as she so ordinarily did, I disregarded it and went on with daily my wakeup routine. As I hurried into my living room fifteen minutes later, the expressionless look on my mother’s face told me that from here on out, my life was going to be changed forever.

The day that changed my perspective of life for the better through the challenges faced by others close to me.

In my life, I have had many obstacles to face but the main one that has always made a huge impact in my life has been the death of my father. When I was just six years old, my father passed away in a car accident and back then it didn't mean much to me but soon enough my thirteenth-year old self-learned what it really meant.

Only 38% of girls who have a child before the age of eighteen get a high school diploma. Thankfully with my motivation and support I was on the positive side of this statistic. Even though I have come a long way within the past year, it has been a year full of challenges and emotions. Within two days I found out that I was expecting a baby, I went into shock because of the life adjustment that I would have to make, and I also built the strength up to tell my mom about the pregnancy.

The most important day of my life is the one on which my grandmother was taken to the hospital via an ambulance. I remain amazed as to how one incident has the ability to completely change one’s perspective towards life. It was the March of 2016, right before I was going to start my March break.

There was once a day in my life that was colder than ice cubes and more serious than a broken heart. July 7,2009, was the day when my whole world would turn upside down. My parents went from thoughts, to threats, and then to a final decision. This decision was either going to make me or break me in my upcomming future. This future consited of me living in Florida with my Aunt Jocelyne for a better path of life and education.

Some of the most confusing thoughts that a young girl can have is “Why does all of my friends have two parents but I only have a mom?” “Who is my dad?” “Where is my dad?” “Will I ever met my dad?” Eventually, all of these questions will be confronted and answered; on April 5th, 2008, my dad was released from a Federal Correctional Facility. This particular day, my mom approached me and sat me down to say that I am going to meet my dad for the first time. Because I never met this man, various emotions were running through me, I was scared, excited, but carious all at once. I had so many questions I wanted to ask my father such as, “Where have you been?” “Do you recognize me?” “Do you know my name?” Being an 8 year old girl, I didn’t digest how meeting my father can affect me as a person.