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The day that I really got to know my 2nd mother. I was balling, i went to her house, and I changed, I trust nobody but her. i look at every aspect of my life before I do anything. I am very careful now. i have become an observer. i cry myself to sleep because im not with her. She changed me drastically, i went from carefree to careful. i changed a ton.

2007-06-04 15:21:13 · answer #1 · answered by Me 3 · 0 0

The day I realized that my parents' divorce had to happen. I had been at odds with it, but I was finally able to accept it about 5 years after it happened. I took the time to think through it and I learned a great deal from their failures and their accomplishments as a married couple. Unfortunately for them, their failures outnumbered all greatness.

2007-06-04 22:36:05 · answer #2 · answered by its_victoria08 6 · 0 0

Conception

2007-06-04 22:20:54 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I like Marissa Di's Comment and she should write a book on it because I am already interested enough that I would read a book about this incident that she did not describe........that opens the mind to one's own thoughts and ideas of what might of happened.

2007-06-05 02:40:14 · answer #4 · answered by viking165301 2 · 0 0

Losing someone dear to me to a terminal & incurable disease which devastated me greatly of course... but I think the biggest lesson out of that was knowing that our life is a gift & should be celebrated every chance you get.

2007-06-04 22:19:27 · answer #5 · answered by ViRg() 6 · 0 0

In my life, it is regional. Here in New England, one act overtook my young life, and everytime I return to New England I am reminded of the unfairness of youth, and life lost.
Although, in different parts of this country, I do not experience this at all. It doesn't affect me, my consciousness, and my ability to retrieve personal experiences and to love life more than I can ever experience in New England.

To me, New England is home of the "cemetery trees".
It is a graveyard, and some of the participants are still alive.
It is like living in the Stephen Kings' movie "It".

I was always proud to be a New Englander, and from the birthplace of our country. My godfather and uncles were all from the very locations of the first battles won which are famous, and helped found our country.

I look forward to the day I move to the Pacific Ocean, as New Englanders are notoriously close=minded, and whatever is printed in the headlines, is the thing they will believe and fight to their own deaths about their right to condemn the unknown.
I have seen and experienced this in New England, moved away in my youth, with my child,and he asked me to come back to straighten this out. I cannot and they don't deserve the time it takes from my life to reconsider their harshness, ignorance, and total lack of personal respect. I can reconsider this, and forget this in one week 2,500 miles away from here.

The only thing which keeps me from becoming an extremist is my upbringing and training to be a loyal American, although I would prefer to do this from someplace else in America.
I hope someday to relocate to a friendlier, less prejudiced atmosphere, as it is exhausting to sort through people's prejudices, ignorance, and their own faulty memories, where they would rather accuse and blame, than forget. Their happiness is my sorrow. No other place on this planet does this injustice to my life. When their memories recover, their apologies don't begin to calm the sleepless nights I have here, the sleep deprivation I have until they get to some faulty conclusion. I truly wish I never came back to New England, and said this to my family, "I think it is a mistake, people will never forget Elizabeth." I look too much like her, and sometimes sound like her. It makes me so uncomfortable when I am associated with her or her friends. I liked her. I don't have to like them. I do have the right to choose my own friends, and her friends aren't my friends. I don't do the things they do.
I also said this to a neuropsychologist some years ago, and he said you are right, and it may cost New England, as they think everyone else is wrong. It is a waste of time,a waste of your life they think they got away with, and will make your family there nervous. Some people live from their memories, doomed to repeat their mistakes. I prefer to move on without New Englanders, except the one I do love, my son.. and my relatives whom do like New England.
Many people have recommended I write a book about this experience, and I feel too threatened as a good person, a law abiding person, to put into writing the events which took place here in Rhode Island. They don't deserve free press, and they press on in their ignorance. The really upsetting things is the parents push these beliefs onto their children and their mistakes become part of this region, and make it a place which is just not a good place.
I never relate to my child these events, as anything more than a small town thing, and mama was younger than the people involved, and didn't get a say in the truth of what did happen.
They lied and dug up names of notorious people to fill in their forms, and get their paychecks. I have never seen a movie accurately portray such an injustice, and never wish to be categorized as a victim of the system, or have my family persecuted because of the ongoing ignorance and cover=ups of people in New England. Watergate was simpler, and I can accept America and being an American from there
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When I needed to recover, I could not trust New Englanders to provide my life with adequate assistance, and traveled hundreds of miles to obtain care. I wish I never returned to New England and look forward to the day I can peacefully leave forever.
I will never die in New England, and never claim this place proudly in my life, except in white lies to my grandchildren.

2007-06-04 22:55:06 · answer #6 · answered by Marissa Di 5 · 1 0

the birth of my first child, this was something for which from that day forward my life would never be the same

2007-06-04 23:23:23 · answer #7 · answered by paulcarberry2002 2 · 0 0

Those dark years helping my brother recover from an addiction, while my mother's health was deteriorating and I had no job.

2007-06-04 22:23:54 · answer #8 · answered by melissa986 3 · 0 0

The day that I realized I have control over my thinking.

2007-06-04 22:14:22 · answer #9 · answered by guru 7 · 0 0

My one experience would be the experience of motherhood.

2007-06-04 22:23:36 · answer #10 · answered by maev 3 · 0 0

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