The Worst Day of My Life I wish I could say I would never forget but truthfully some of it I have or actually maybe I have not forgotten but more like tucked it away in my unconscious mind and only think about it when triggered. I am talking experiencing the worst day of my life! It happened Aug 19‚ 2005 which I actually had to ask my mom the exact date because I have totally blocked it out. I am speaking of a horrific accident that my oldest son Kestan now 14‚ when he was 8 yrs old put his hand
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You don’t have to search long and hard in your memory banks to find the best day of your life. Today is the best day of your life. Today is the only day in your life. Yesterday is nothing but collective memories. Tomorrow is nothing but your imagination. Today‚ right now‚ this moment in time is the only moment you have. Today is the best day of your life if you stop and ponder the wonder of the moment. Count your blessings name them one by one. Start with the room you are in name every blessing
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21 September 2009 The day my life changed In a life filled with stumbling blocks my father has always been my anchor. Then one day my anchor was taken from me and I was set adrift. The last time I got to see my dad was Christmas Eve of 1998. We had made plans to get together early because that was going to be the first Christmas we didn’t spend together. We gathered together at my grandmothers home for our Christmas dinner and the smell of
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An Incident that Changed My Life An Incident that Changed Young Girl Life matto matt matto matt‚ Yahoo! Contributor Network Oct 9‚ 2008 "Share your voice on Yahoo! websites. Start Here." More: Splurges Young Girls Shopping Malls tweet Print FlagPost a comment I used to be a real spoilt brat. My parents are quite well off and I usually get what I wanted. Being the youngest of three children also guaranteed that I get the most attention. I had no lack of luxurious
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RICH I was alone. I sat on the concrete table in the schoolyard of the local school in Annestown. My parents and I had finally settled in Annestown‚ Ireland. I was an only child‚ and had no friends in this town‚ which made me very lonely. Let me start from the beginning. I am Caitlin Conchubair‚ which is my maiden name. Most people know me as Caitlin O’Connor‚ though. Early last year‚ my parents and I had ancestral DNA tests done to find out where we were from. Once we got them back‚ we discovered
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tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here. It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life‚ long gone‚ and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover. Silent as a mouse‚ he patiently opened the long buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife
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Personal Experience Monograph SSG John Webb The Worst Day of My Life 20 October 2012 ALC Class 001-13 Unclassified TABLE OF CONTENTS Abstract………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………1 Introduction………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..1 Description of events………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….1 Outcomes……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………4 Lessons……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….5 Conclusion…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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was sitting in my room after finishing my home work. As my friends were away to hill stations‚ I was feeling very lonely. I watched the cars and other vehicles passing by and wished that like my friends‚ I would also have been travelling or passing my time. While my mind was occupied with thoughts of holidays and having fun with my friends‚ the door bell rang. I ran to answer it and found the postman with a parcel and a letter for me. I signed the paper and took the parcel. My hands were itching
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kids‚ eat breakfast‚ do laundry and clean the house. The phone rang at about ten and it was my mother‚ who at that time lived in West Virginia. Normally it would be the normal small talk since‚ on any given day‚ I would talk to my mom at least twice‚ so her calling that early wasn’t out of the “norm”. This time stated a little differently‚ instead of her starting a conversation with me‚ she asked for my husband. As I handed the phone to him‚ I was eaves dropping on the conversation they were having
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plan my future. A future I will no longer have. Pamphlets line the walls‚ offering various solutions to make-believe problems. She sits in her La-Z-Boy desk chair‚ ripping apart at the seams from old age. To clarify‚I’m referring to the ancient counselor‚ not the chair. “I have brought you here because I have some concerns regarding a particular party over the previous weekend. Do you have any idea what I’m talking about?” I know exactly what she’s talking about. One night ruined my whole life. I
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