" Life is not measured by the breathes we take, but by the moments that take are breathe away" ( Hilary Cooper) Life is made up of a million moments, and memories. Each of these small or big effects or leaves an imprint on us in some way. Now, trying to pinpoint just one that has changed me, the way I look at life, people I hangout with, and the choices I make is extremley difficult. From family fights, to break ups, to deaths each has left thier little mark on me in a small way. My grandpa however left the biggest mark of them all. Ted Lafave, my moms dad, my grandpa, was a great man. He was a fisherman, an outdoor man, handy man, anything you could think of he could do it. I grew up always over my grandpa and grandmas house, spending time outside in the garden with my grandpa, or making cakes in the kitchen with my grandma. When I was not at their house, I was still yet with them. Our cottage on Harsens Island is just a few steps across the street from theirs. Early Mornings waking up, walking across the mildew cold grass to their door before they were even up themselves. Days spent fishing with my grandpa, out on the boat, showing me a …show more content…
Keeping him at his home just was not possible. The 24 hour a day care he needed was just to hard on my mom, and my aunts. My grandpa was soon taken from his home, and dog to a nursing home. The man I once knew would of never agreed to this, but his brain was no longer there to even bring the thought to his mind. I began looking at life as somthing to live to your fullest, honestly and truly. Everyday should be lived how you want it to be lived. Do not let anyone effect your decisions, and dont let anything stop you fom being happy. My grandpa lost a majority of his life from one disease. Memories that normally stick with you till death, gone, and lost in a mix of places, people, and things so easily. Why not make life worth remembering now, just in case one day you are not able
Four years ago I lost a very special person in my life from cancer. My grandpa's death had a huge impact on my life along with my other family members. My grandpa was my biggest fan and probably the Wisconsin Badger's as well. Every game I could look into the stands and he would be there. Since he has passed, before every basketball game I think of him saying "Shoot a couple 3's for me tonight". I used this as an inspiration to do my best in every play of the game. My grandpa helped me set personal goals such as making fifty three's in a season, which I accomplished my last game of my junior year.
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
Experiences? How can some experiences influence a person’s life so drastically, while others do not leave a hint of dust? I myself have had one of those experiences that has changed my life, a heart condition. This condition has made me jump over various problems since I was born. From heart surgeries to activities I could not participate in, these obstacles has transformed me into someone who can take on numerous tasks without becoming stressed, I hope to continue to be that type of person in the future.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
Aphorisms that have effected me "Your not a wave, your part of the ocean" "Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others" "Don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long" Have you ever read a book that has truly affected you, or made you question the way you live your life? What about a book that has made you really want to change the way you think and take on life? Morrie Schwartz, an old college professor suffering from ALS, looks at life through a totally different view then most people today. Morrie faces life with a positive outlook even though he is facing death. He cares about his family and friends, but he could care less about fortune and fame.
Within the few minutes of meeting, my cousins and I were treating each other as if we had lived together for years. We were sharing crazy memories and laughing like old friends. Just in the car ride to my grandmother’s house, we shared secrets among ourselves and sang our hearts out to our favorite tunes. Once we arrived, I met my grandparents for the very first time in person, and they embraced me as if I was their own daughter.
Badaracco (1997) introduced the concept of defining moments as life-shaping choices at which “during a few precious moments [an individual] holds his life in his hands and irrevocably defined its course” (pp. 54). Defining moments reveal something hidden and “give a sharp, clear view of something previously obscure. In every case, a defining moment reveals something important about a person’s basic values and about his or his abiding commitments in life” (Badaracco, 1997). With the concept of defining moments in mind, I can recall several instances, or more so periods of time, that ultimately shaped who I am and what I will become. These “defining moments” were not filled with happiness and they were not easy.
While at the time I saw moving into my Grandparent’s house as the worst thing that could’ve happened, it turned out to be the best thing. Even though we literally lived 20 minutes away from the Reserve my Mom and I never really interacted with my Grandparents. So I hadn’t really known my Grandpa Clayton until we moved there. My Grandpa didn’t fall for my, “I don’t want to go to class… it’s fine we’re not doing anything important” bullshit, and he was the first person to make me go to class. He drove me to and from school almost everyday, and was always vocal on how important he thought school was.
We moved closer to her once I started school. My Grandma met my brother and me almost always once we got home from school. It was always welcoming to have a friendly face when you got home. She taught me how to read and write and once I was able to read she dedicated numerous books to me that she always recommended and had such a vivid story. On hot summer days she would take us to the beach and play in the water and sand, or have a great time running around on the park, or just going there to enjoy a nice picnic. We had such a long walk to our front door of numerous winding steps and she came up with a game to play down them. We called ...
Growing up my parents were always strict with both my sister and I. When I was younger my parents would never allow me to misbehave. Whenever I did misbehave my parents would punish me by either sending me to my room by myself or lightly slapping my hand they never got too violent with me they mostly scolded me whenever I did something out of line. During my early school years, my parents tried their best to help me with my studies however because they were not fluent in English they always had someone who was come and help me with my schoolwork. My mother and father never ignored my progress in school. Never once did they miss a parent-teacher conference they always made sure I did my work accurately and on time.
My whole family saw it coming, but we didn't think it would happen all at once. My grandma and my grandpa got very sick. That wasn't all, just a week later Julia passed. The things I went though changed my look on life. My grandpa is someone that I wasn't close with but showed me how fast life can go.
When my mother first brought me home from the hospital, to live with her and my grandparents, Mildred and Durwood came over to see me. Growing up next door to them, I got to play with their grandchildren when they came to visit them. My mother even got to be good friends with one of their daughters. Mildred was my grandmothers best friend.
Pulling with all her might, as the cold, frigid winds and rain soaked her clothing, the latch finally freed, allowing her to sit upon the cold wooden throne. Yes, this was the infamous outhouse, just one of many stories revealed by my mother as she explained her childhood experiences so many years ago, well not that long ago. This paper will provide an insight into the many challenges and obstacles my mom has endured at such a young age, more than most people face in a lifetime. Such stories are very spiritually uplifting and will provide a broader scope of how I view life. She is truly an inspiration to us all.
I stepped into the house that soon my sluggish grandma would be living in for the rest of her life. Now all I could think about was the change that it had caused in my life. But it surely wasn’t a bad change. I didn’t know it, but I had just found the last piece of the puzzle that I called my life.
A promise that left me with a beautiful memory, and up to now I remember as if I am reliving it. My grandpa was the greatest grandfather of all, he always took care of his little girl, and even after being gone for so long he still care. I have no doubt that everyone in the family has a wonderful memory, of the man that played with us. It is hard to forget someone so important in your life, someone that gave everything that he was to make you happy. He was the man that always kept his promise, the promise that change his little girl’s life. My grandpa was a man of his word, full of love for all his grandchildren, especially towards his “Little