I am pretty sure we have these moments, good or bad. For some it has been only one, for others it's been much.

Either way, it would be nice to hear about these experiences that create unforgetable times and perhaps make us who we are now.

Looking forward to reading your posts.

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- Reinhold Niebuhr

I babysit these two kids. The oldest is three and the youngest is just one. I've been babysitting the oldest, Brian, since he was ten months old and Elizabeth since she was about 2-3 months old. One time when Brian was a year old they went away to visit his grandparents and the day they came home they came over to our house. I wasn't home but when I got back Brian saw me and before I even had the chance to take off my jacket he ran over to me and hugged me and told me that he missed me. My heart just melted when he did that. And now Elizabeth when they come over I can't even leave a room without her or she'll start crying. She reaches out her little arms for me to pick her up. It's little things like that that make life so wonderful.

Love, Mickey

This one time I was out shooting guns with my father, I loaded the wrong ammunition into the rifle. If anyone knows about guns, if you put the wrong ammunition in the gun can explode in your face. Luckily that didn't happen. To this day I make sure I put the right ammo into the right gun.



While attending Norwich, I ran up a mountain (4 miles) in 30 minutes. Not the best, but good enough for me.

*I* shall come again,

Cheers!

"If anyone can show me, and prove to me, that I am wrong in thought or deed, I will gladly change. I seek the truth, which never yet hurt anybody. It is only persistence in self-delusion and ignorance which does harm." [Marcus Aurelius]

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My older brother's baby, Gabriel, was born on March 22, 2001. He's such a cutie and i love him so much. I would have to say my most moving experience, in a good way, was the day i saw him for the first time. Everyone was worried that he wasn't gonna be born healthy because he was born pre-maturely. When the doctors finally said it was ok to see him, i was the first one who got to hold him and at that moment i knew i was looking at a miracle. As i held him, he just looked up at me and smiled like he knew something i didnt. He probably does. He represents everything good about my brother. He's gonna be 2 years old and he's so smart and perfect. He's extremely close to my brother and his wife. I realized that anyone who has given or received that kind of unconditional love from their child(ren) has the most precious gift that anyone can give them.

Leeyah

All of these are so wonderful so far! Well except for poor Ladon and his ammo...at least you're careful now! But anyway...

When my friend Jill died two years ago, I could have sworn a part of me went with her. I moped around alot and really just wanted to be alone. To make a long story short, eventually I realized that life does go on, I'm only here for a short time until I get to a better place (I'm not preaching, this is just my belief!!), and one day I'll see her again. Basically, it's been a factor in making me who I am today...someone who is living life to the fullest, and pretty much enjoying every minute of it. And I hope everyone else does, or will do, the same.

I'm pretty sure I have more moving experiences, but my brain isn't functioning tonite. So I'll add a few more later.

Love, AmyBeth

My mother was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was in the first grade. This forced me to take on a lot of responsiblity at a young age. It also motivated me to do well in school so I could go into medical research someday. I think I would be a completely different person if this had not happened.

The day my son and I stared death in the face and survived. I now carry a remembrance tattoo on my left shoulder which depicts Ocean waves and tears and the Chinese symbols for "Strong Soul". To me that is the defining moment in my life that changed forever who I am and how I look at the world around me...."Fear not what you have not faced, the soul is stronger than you can imagine"- LJL....Gem

Gem's not had enough sugar today..acckkk(hairball)


"Denn aller Ausgang ist ein Gottesurtheil."

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"stared face in the death"? Gem, have you had too much sugar today? I do believe you meant "stared death in the face." But anyhoo, what happened?

xox*megan*xox

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When a man died, they asked only one question:
'Did he have passion?'"
~Serendipity

The births of my two children;

Spending a week above the tree/snowline in a snowcave by myself and not seeing a single sign of living things (nothing but rocks, sky and and ice) the whole time;

Witnessing the Thai army shooting its own people en masse during a during a pro-democracy demonstration in 1992;

Holding my mothers hand as she died;

Every motorcycle ride;

My first pair of jeans (I was four and can still remember how "grown up" I felt).

Davdoodles
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Moving from Montreal to Toronto when I was younger

That great warm fuzzy happy blurry (uhoh, I'm running out of synonyms) feeling that I get whenever I go to my grandparents' cottage in the summer- it's so far away and I feel so carefree....

When my dad got hit in the head by the van trunk's door and I remember coming home from school and my mom rushing me into the car and telling me that dad was in the hospital- he wasn't badly hurt, but I was scared to death that it would be permanent...

-A friend

We want to stand upon our own feet and look fair and square at the world - its good facts, its bad facts, its beauties, and its ugliness; see the world as it is and be not afraid of it. Conquer the world by intelligence and not merely by being slavishly subdued by the terror that comes from it. -Bertrand Russell, Why I Am Not A Christian

Before I met my Great-Grandmother I had absolutely no clue why I was the way I was... I was such an extravert... while everyone else in my immediate family was always so quiet. But after I met her I understood perfectly. She's such an amazing woman that learn so much from everytime I visit her. The stories of her life are just so facinating I love talking to her. I would have to say that meeting her has affected my entire lifestyle and taught me to appreciate what I have every day.

The second most influential person in my life is my nephew, who is more of a brother to me. To my knowledge, we've always had a closer relationship than any others of the the kind I've heard of. I my name was one of his first ten words and I was the only person to witness his first steps. It's so amazing to see him pick up on new things every day and to know that I have an effect on who he is later in life because of what I teach him.


Yeah so I guess you could maybe say that meeting my great grandma and my nephew being born are the two most influential moments in my life.

~*Erin*~

When my mother and father got a divorce the only thing I remember (I was 3) was helping move all our stuff out of the house and basically getting in everybodys way. But what was so lasting and impacting was when it was time to get in the cars to leave that was pretty much the last time I saw my dad. . .he's a loser.


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My mother died almost four years ago; my father died six months ago today. They separated when I was in kindergarten and remarried other people when I was a senior in high school. Theirs was a nasty relationship. My father was an alcoholic. My mother was just plain angry.

My sisters and I never got along. One sister was extremely close to my mother. Another was extremely close to my father. I was just jealous of everybody.

My father really cleaned up his act and was a wonderful grandfather to my nieces and nephews. I was locked in the frame of reference I had...Daddy as alcoholic.

When my mother died, my youngest sister and I really bonded. When my father died, we all really bonded.

Now when I think of my parents, I have more and more questions concerning my mother. I continue to mourn her. I have more and more answers concerning my father. I celebrate him.

Irony. Irony. Irony.

A "moving" experience- don't know whether that means some thing that influences you or when you actually move to a different location.

So, then here's one relating both of them:

Okay, When I was li'l, I lived in Italy because my dad's in the air force and we kinda had to live there. I

t was far from fun, while the house was cold, the plumbing really bad, you get the idea...

Anyway, we finally moved to Colorado. Very loooooong air trip, like 23 odd hours or so.

When I moved to here, it made me realize that Italians like to be closely related in friendships and whatnot and that we like to live mainly in the solitude of our own little house.

Oh, and also that our houses are tons warmer and better than theirs, as theirs are cement and have no heating whatsoever.


*They can't tell me who to be* Cause I'm not what they see* Yeah, the world is still sleeping while I keep on dreaming for me* And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe*
John Resnick "I'm Still Here"

My life is a run-on sentance, with periods every now and then. The periods are what I consider moments when my life in the previous sentance ended and stopped for a while and everything was different. And then soon enough, another run-on sentance would start again. Always knowing that in my life, punctuation is inevitable. That being said...

My most recent 'period' was giving something away that I can had been saving that I cannot get back. Can I be vague and specific at the same time? Oye. I'll just leave it at that, since I can still look behind me and see that punctuation mark in the quite near past. In the most literal since, life stopped. I was a complete zombie. I've started my next run-on sentance, but there seems to be a darker meaning behind every word. *shrug* I know I am not making sense, but defining moments often don't.



belesprit

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When teen_disaster was driving wildly and almost ran us over a cliff and killed us. It might sound stupid, but that's when I realized I'm not invincible. Well..I never thought I was, I know stuff like that happens, but not to me. It's hard to explain. It must be a teenage thing.

-Megan Jean
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Everyone goes for Prego!

I have ahd a couple of mdefining moments which I would say will not forget. But one of the most recent had the most profound effect in my life.

After my wife left me, my son and I were at church to do some reflection. The church had two sections, the bigger (main mass church)and the Blessed Sacrament (smaller, but more peaceful chapel).

After a few minutes of reflection and prayers, my son asked me why we were praying here instead of the main church. (BTW, my son is six yrs old). I told him an easy answer that it was easier to talk to God there because that was were they kept the host that was the body of Christ (ie. the Tabernacle).

Anyway, everything was fine until he asked:
"Do you think God will answer my prayers here."

Needless to say, I know what that meant.

Since then, i have been very cautious of what my son was believing and what he was going through. In much the same as he was, I have been changed myself since then.

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God, give me grace to accept with serenity the things that can’t be changed, Courage to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference.
- Reinhold Niebuhr