Worst Day Of My Life

Because of that poverty she would have felt very sad and helpless, but she wanted to help others more. She donated all her money that she had to the poor.

I have not slept with candles on for a very long time. I got fed up sleeping with the television on at night to block out noises that were making feel uneasy and my mom would get mad at me when I have the hallway light on. I was young then. I was 6 when I couldn't sleep in the dark. I felt like someone was watching me sleep, not just that, I felt like there was a monster in the dark waiting to eat me while I was asleep. I found that having a candle on was soothing to me while I was asleep. It was like a angel watching over me while I was sleeping on a cloud. Every night my mom would put a candle on for me put in a protected candle holder so the house wouldn’t burn down. It's like leaving the stove on.

Have you ever just had a bad day? One where you just can’t wait to get home and officially say that the day is finally done? I know that I have had my fair share of them, but going to my house and hiding away was never how I dealt with it. Whenever I had a rough day, my brother and I zoomed over to grab something sweet to drink and talk about whatever we needed to. I soon learned that even the worst days can always get better, you just needed a milkshake.

“If you want to live a happy life tie it to a goal, not to people or things.” I think to myself as my dad yells up the stairs. “C’mon Mer, get ready,” his fruity voice echoes throughout the halls, booming as if he had a microphone. Echoing off the walls and filling the entire upstairs with his deep voice. Today is the day, my greatest dream and goal finally comes true. The day that dad finally lets me tag along on one of his missions for work. I’ve been nine for about seven months and he said I was finally ready. He didn’t even get to go out on a mission with his father till he was twelve. That means I’m way more advanced than him I don’t even try to be modest when I mention it practically every other second. This is literally the best day of my life! I don’t see how anything will ever top this, and the day has just begun.

This 4th of July was the worst day of my life! I got my hand chopped off in my Dad’s meat grinder in our family store. It hurt so much that I screamed at the top of my lungs. My Dad came rushing in and told Ray, an employee, to call our doctor. When Dr. Cupernail arrived, from then on was a blur for me. I woke up in the hospital, and that was when they told me that I didn’t have a left hand any more. It seemed like I was in the hospital forever when they finally said that I could go home. From then on, I knew that my life would be different. I got home and my sister, Ellie, was like a servant to me, which was kind of nice. My mother wasn’t going very easy on me even though I had just lost a hand. She still made me work in the family business and do chores around the house. It felt like she was pushing me even more than when I had two hands! Doing daily things, like tying my own shoe, was difficult now. Also, when I was out in the public, everyone was staring at me and acting weird around me. But, I knew one thing was for sure, I was never going to be able to make the Summer League Baseball team. Although, I still wanted to practice baseball and learn how to get around playing with one hand. Eventually, I got really good with the help of a kind man who gave me a right handed glove. I learned these techniques on how to throw and catch with one hand by sliding the baseball mitt back and forth. When summer was over and school started, more and more people began to stare and ask

I remember August 11th vividly because it was the worst day of my life. It’s been one month since I lost my dog. He was an eight month old German Shepherd that brought joy to everyone that he met. He was slightly taller than most german shepherds his age. Most of his body was covered in black fur, his legs were a beige color. It looked like he was wearing Ugg boots all the time. His eyes reminded me of a flame because they were a crimson red and orange. Most people said his eyes reminded them of sunsets that you see on a beach. The morning started off ok because I was sleeping, I worked a long shift for work the previous night and I needed all the sleep I could get. It was 6:45 am, I remember because I looked at my phone when I was awaken by a wailing noise. That noise still haunts me during the day when I’m alone or when I try to fall asleep. The only way I can describe the wailing noise is to compare it to sirens from a police car. The wailing noise was coming from my dog because he was being run over. I threw the covers aside because I knew that the noise was coming from my dog. I frantically ran down the stairs and I flung the door aside. Now that I think about it when I opened the front door I was surprised the handle didn’t detach itself from the door. I froze once the door was opened because I was paralyzed once I realized what was going on. My dad was at the end of driveway trying to comfort my dog. I immediately ran to the end of the driveway, in reality it takes a

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon to find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, she was only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mom and dad were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who she didn't even recognize, and she knows her mom and dad have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other about who’s doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the meantime, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were seeking through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Her brother and Marion were getting scared so we shut the curtains and my mom attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, my mom, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one spot on the cement by the driveway.

February 22, 2012- a day I will always remember, possibly because perhaps it is by far the worst day of my life. Losing someone very beloved, someone very close to you is a tragedy, now imagine me, a 10 year old experiencing this for the first time, it was a very rough experience for me, from this experience,however, I learned that it is true what they say, death does bring people closer together.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was

Del always told me to write in a journal to record important events….as he had. I always thought it was a waste of time, but after what I’ve seen…it seems fitting. Simply put:

At that moment I knew that I could not just sit around and feel bad for myself. The Doctor told me that I would be up walking again in a year. It could have been worse, I could have lost a limb. Every day I thank God for giving me extra time with my

As I get nearer and nearer to the place of my birth, Lisbon Portugal, I take solace in knowing that soon, Elizabeth, I shall be with you, and our children once again. There were many a time that I feared I would never see you again. I never lost faith, however, and continued to pray no matter what hardships I encountered, and the good Lord in all his power, glory, and wisdom decided that it was not yet time for me to receive His holy judgement. In those moments where it seemed that death was inevitable, the thought of your face, your beauty, and our love, kept me alive Elizabeth. For this I thank you.

At a very young age, I would experience something that I will never forget for as long as I live. The events leading up to it would also be something that scared me. The worst day of my life was the morning of my 13th the birthday I had spent the night with my best friend Chris at his house. The night before his family had thrown me a big birthday party because they would not be there on my actual birthday. Only Brain, Chris, and the house staff would be there. I spent the night there because Chris had planned a whole day of fun starting with breakfast in bed. But little did I know that the day he planned would never happen all because of a fight. Words that should never have been said, words that came out of anger. That night after the party we went the garage to play his grand piano. The fight started when Chris my best friend of 13th years told me that he was going to stop his Chemotherapy because he was tired of feeling weak and being sick. The only other words I remember from that night were" Yeah go ahead kill yourself by quitting chemotherapy" those words I would come to regret the next day and every day after that. After I said what I thought I need to say I headed to the guest room which was connected to a jack and Jill bathroom. The next morning, I woke expecting to be surprised with my best walking in with a tray table of my favorite breakfast foods.

The worst day of our lives had just been thrown at us. Let us introduce ourselves. Our names are Nevayah and Lola, and this is the story of the move that broke our friendship apart. Let’s start at the beginning.

This day was not a regular day, it was crazy and there was no way it could get any crazier, or so I thought. The day started off great I woke by the rosters going crazy.Plus, I woke up to a million text saying Happy New Years. I ate a good meal. After that I played on my phone for a little bit.Once I was done with that my aunt had asked me if I wanted to go to a little town of shops I said yes, because I LOVE to shop.I also went with my big brother and cousin. We bought fireworks from my cousin’s stand. On our way back to my grandma’s house, my aunt's car BROKE DOWN! Plus, it was like 98 degrees outside, we were there for almost an hour. It got hotter and hotter every minute! I know it was close to 100 degrees! I was so bored and hungry and a little bit sleepy.To keep me not so bored I Finally an older cousin of mine came to help.He came with a new tire for the van.