I would not say that I am a sensitive person, I just feel a lot all the time. One of the worst days of my life started out just like any other day. It was Friday and I had woken up dreading having to drive to Tennessee after school. When I say I am not a morning person I mean it. I woke up slowly, but then remembered my sixth grade class was having a pool party and was suddenly energetic. I ran out of my room and quickly packed my bags for later. My mom however did not share the same energy that I was experiencing. She was distracted and tense, but I just assumed that she was tired. I later learned that her mood was not just from her lack of sleep, but something that had been bothering her for a long time. That day was like a fire that started while I was asleep, and I woke …show more content…
When she gave in I sat in my father's recliner watching looney tunes and telling her about my day. After eating she took me back to the laundry room and asked me a question. She asked me if I would be okay if she left my dad. She admitted that she only stayed with him for my sake and because of the fear he inspires in both of us. I told her that she could, and all I wanted was for her to finally be happy. Her eyes welled up with tears, but as always she tried to protect me from them by running to the bathroom. I followed her and we sat on the bathroom floor holding each other for what felt like years. It was not my worst day because they were separating. I think somehow I always knew that it would happen eventually.That day was my worst day because it was when I saw the strongest person I know crying on the bathroom floor. I could not understand how I would be okay throughout life if the strongest person I knew was not. She is my protector, my hero, my dad, my mom, my sister, and my best friend. Seeing her cry made me mad at the world for hurting her. I do not think that kind of anger ever really goes
That night we were able to receive enough donations from family and friends to pay the bond and it was turned in and the guards told us my dad would be out the next morning so we waited. Yet an hour later a “Hold for immigration” notice popped next to my father’s name and they said they couldn’t do anything about it and the money would not be returned. My dad had been put on hold for immigration and at that moment I knew I might never see him again; I knew the chances of him having a normal life by our sides were very slim. I processed the information but it truly did not hit me until I was sitting there staring into the glass with my father staring right back at me.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried harder in my entire life. I sobbed until I had no more tears left to cry. I could handle loss. I could keep handling losses, one right after the other. Like I said, us women, we can endure a lot.
She worked hard to make sure she would not be the victim of life and being able to not be destroyed by life portrays the strength
They assured us it was nothing we did, but completely their own choice. I stood next to my brother, who had tears streaming down his face. I felt like I had to stay strong for my brother's sake, so I could reassure him that everything would be okay. But deep down I was hurting just like he was. After meeting in the kitchen, my brother and I went to our rooms.
When I was little about 4or 5 year ago I had lost the closest uncle in my life. I felt broken inside and wanted to cry my eyes out. I could not believe he was gone out of our lives into a new world, he was a brother an uncle and the world to my family. But as I saw mom by his side crying, I knew that moment I had to push aside my feelings and show my mom I was strong in her eyes. At that moment I knew that I had to be considerate to my mom as she cried because I did not want to show a weaker side of me, but to let her know i’m strong enough not to cry by casting my feelings behind me.
Something that contributes to how I define myself is the babysitter I had as a child. Her name was Janina Kolanek, we called her Jean, and she was a polish immigrant. She taught me a whole load of life lessons, both directly and indirectly, that shaped me into the person I am today. Jean didn’t necessarily have the best life. She was a prisoner of war in the Holocaust as a child and she never saw her family again after that.
Saylor Voss Due Date: Monday 16 Author: Cheryl Strayed Book: Wild I am interviewing Cheryl Strayed about her experiences on the Pacific Crest Trail 1. What made you decide to hike the Pacific Crest Trail? A: While my mom recently passed and I felt like I knew nothing about myself. One day I woke up and I realized my mom was my whole world was my mom and I didn’t know what I was going to do without her.
And I can believe that she’ll come back one day. I wish I could say I was stronger because of what has happened, but the only strength I have is accredited from the strength of others who helped my family. There have been a majority of people who couldn’t understand my mom’s condition, so they ran. And then there those, who whether or not they understood, found the courage and patiences to help my
“Help! Help!” Have you ever had a day where everything was going right and then there was that one thing that happened to you to ruin your entire day? Well, that was the worst day of my life.
and I was oblivious to what was going on. My mom is a nurse and worked overnight shifts at the hospital. So from time to time, she was not in the greatest mood when she got home due to lack of sleep. My mom worked a lot of overtime hours to support our family as my dad’s business did not always provide for us.
I was only 11 at the time and tried to be strong for the sake of my mother. What my mother did not know however was that the source of my strength had come from my grandmother who taught me to be strong and always assured me that the sun would rise tomorrow. It was my grandma who truly understood the gravity of the situation and at 73 picked me up from my room and took me to the police officers who had surrounded our house. It is my grandmother who as my panicked mother booked her flight out of the country held my arm and told me that everything would be alright. It is my hero who as she recovered from a heart attack would sit and watch Netflix movies filled with "heroes" such as James Bond, Jack Sparrow and Luke Skywalker with a smile.
It’s difficult to pinpoint a specific moment in one’s life in which your life is transformed. We often realize that this moment is so signingagent when looking back on personal experiences and don’t realize it at the time. For me, this moment occurred when I realized that I had taken what I love most for granted. It all started back in 2004 when my family suggested that I get into a sport at a young age.
Like most mothers, my mom goes through a lot in one day, especially with three kids. Sometimes, I do not know how she pulls it off. I think my mom got most of the strength she has today from what she went through as a teenager. When my mom was 17 years old, her father passed away from an open heart surgery. Having someone close to you, especially your father or mother, pass away is very devastating.
A memorable day I my life is when I first found out I was a diabetic. I was scared and didn’t really understand what was happening. I was too sick, and for the most part out of my mind. But, what I do remember is a lot of pain and a few visitors. It wasn’t the best day and I don’t remember every detail.
There are many incidents one met in life that change the whole concept of living. Similarly I had an incident which not only change my vision towards life but also to the words you speak and how much they hurt someone enough that you then regret of saying them. It was a very dull morning for me.