A Memorable Moment In My Life

The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.

This essay is based on an event that changed my life forever. It is a passage that is mixed with feelings and emotions. This experience gave my life a purpose and a sense of direction. It allowed me to grow from a boy to a man in just one day.

In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.

Trying to acquire something new it's not always will be as expected, as will now be discussed a pivotal moment in my life when I failed in the baccalaureate exam, it changed my perspective to life it self and gained an important lesson about life.

It’s all start when my sister and I went to Watson. While I’m doing window shopping, my sister went to buy some stuff. Accidently, in a glance, I saw my sister at the health section. In consciously, I went to her with full of questions, and asked her ‘are you sick?’ Then she turned back to me and answered my question with a question, ‘is this good?’

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.

If you have lived for any length of time, you probably had a defining moment. I experienced my defining moment in the summer of 2010 when I was six years old. You may not think a child that young could have a defining moment, but you would be wrong. Moreover, our experiences as children help to shape our personalities, our outlook on life, and what fears and anxieties we develop. My defining moments happened on a trip to The American Museum of Natural History.

When I was teenage life ,my special someone say I have my entire life ahead of me, with all of its best experiences I had. But despite being a teenager, I already have a personal breath taking experience, for hike and the mountain which I am sure I will carry with me until my last days my first hike to the mountains

When asked about the most important moment in your life, what is the first thought that comes to mind? Is it something beautiful and profound—such as the birth of a younger sibling? Is it something depressingly vivid in it’s own way—like the death of a beloved grandparent? Is it something small that had a magnificent effect on you—discovering a lost neighbor cat led you to meet your closest and longest friend, for example? For me, when I try and reflect on the most significant and meaningful moments in my life, instead of remembering the day my mother told me that we were moving to Michigan, or my first day of kindergarten (or even high school), I seem to only be able to conjure up little insignificant lapses of time. I think of when I was 9, standing in my red rubber boots in the middle of our garden, as my mother was trying to take a “calendar picture” (she liked to get custom calendars of my brother and I to send to our relatives every year) of us, thinking to myself that I was going to remember this moment forever. I do not know why 9 year old Emily thought that moment was so important that she deemed it absolutely necessary to remember it for the rest of her life, or why my brain still thinks that it’s relevant enough to remember it just as vividly now, 8 years later; however, it did teach me one thing: the most vivid moments in my life are not the most significant.

That night was a game I will always remember. It brings me great joy and gives me deep pride. It is one of the greatest feelings I have ever experienced in my life. It was and still is a moment that I look back on and reminisce. I used to work for a private company at Tinian Dynasty Hotel & Casino as a Casino Dealer, and that memorable moment happened when I played basketball with my casino team. I have played basketball tournaments in high school and in government leagues, however, none of them compares when I played in Tinian Dynasty’s Inter-Department Basketball Tournament. It was a popular event that happens every year between different departments of the company, and I was just in time to join the tournament. My teammates and I did advance to the

The summer was starting and my mother was getting sicker by the day. My summer job was grounds keeping at a golf course from five-thirty in the morning until two in the afternoon. During my lunch breaks, I would drive home and eat lunch with my mom. I would always be a couple of minutes late coming back but it was well worth it. Since my mom was not doing well the doctors said she could not go on a trip to Atlanta to see her first niece get married. For twenty-six years she looked forward to seeing her dead brother’s daughter’s wedding. Needless to say she was heartbroken.

Behind this image lies what it took to overcome a raging storm that has occurred in my life. It was early one morning while the dew was still fresh on the grass. I remember it as if it was yesterday. On March 26, 2015, the phone call of a lifetime awakened me. All I could hear was my mother crying saying “She’s gone Alexis, she’s gone”. “Who’s gone mama?” I replied. “Your godmother, “my mother sobbed. I pulled back the covers and sat up in the bed. The words that I just heard was too overwhelming at the time. This lady who meant the world to me is now gone. She practically raised me as if I was one of her own. What was I going to do now that she’s gone? Three weeks later, On April 14, 2015, I received another devastating phone call that my Grandmother had passed away. How could two of the closest people in my life die in a

For more than two minutes, my older brother lay completely dead on the hot, worn out concrete of Chowan College and I couldn’t do anything to help. He was only sixteen years old and this tragic event happened to him. Though this brought my family closer together, as well as closer to God, I still think about that day all of the time. I tell myself to enjoy the little things in life, because you never know when you may lose it.

There is a saying that, Human beings tend to perform more prohibited acts. The more my parents relock me to do some things the more I feel interested on them. May be this is the human nature. In my life, I experience these things ones. This incident is one of the best experience moments in my life. I have learnt many things of it. It was a rainy morning and I woke up early .My parents already woke up. My mom was preparing breakfast for us. I was sitting on the dining table and reading newspaper. In that time, my mom’s phone was ringing and she picked up the phone. It was my uncle over the phone. My uncle invited us to join his marriage anniversary function. We all were invited the function. My parents were so happy to hear this. I was also excited to join the function. At night, my father returned home with a big presents. It was a gift for my uncle wedding anniversary. I was so impatient to see what was in it. I asked my father what he had brought. My father said, “Open it and see.” I opened the box and saw a big classical Antique Wall Clock. It was a big Antique Clock I had ever seen and my mom was happy too.

When we could get everyone rounded up and on the same schedule, my parents, brothers and I would pack up and go on our one “big” vacation of the summer. When I was8 one, we went to Mount Rushmore and witnessed the fireworks display. At the age of two, we were at the “grandaddy” of them all, Cheyenne Frontier Days. In 2003, I was three, we went spelunking in caves to explore Ruby Fall, Tennesse. I remember nothing about these vacations, except what I was told years later about them. However, when I was the ripe young age of four, my family went on vacation to Upper Peninsula Michigan. That vacation is, to this day, my favorite one we ever took. This is probably due to it being the very first vacation that I can actually remember. Over the years we have traveled to many different places, but the vacation to Michigan is by far my most memorable experience. The events that occurred on this trip instilled a sense of adventure and curiosity into me.