| And why? |
| The days I was accepted into the college I attended. If I hadn't gotten in there, I would have gone to my very poor state school and probably would have just skated through it. My U. opened up a lot of doors for me, and widened my perspective on the world. I also felt brave by branching out and going to school out of state. It gave me a confidence boost, which led to bigger & better things. |
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My Mom is a pushy broad who didn't want to pay for an extra year of childcare, so she lobbied to the school to enroll me in kindergarten even though I missed the birthday cutoff by 5 months.
Being in that particular grade level was how I met my DH years later, who was in the same grade level. Also, my flake of a high school guidance counselor forgot to post information to students about an upcoming free economics summer camp. On the day of the deadline, she saw me in the hallway and gave me the application. I filled it out, went to econ summer camp, and now I'm an economist. |
| Graduating from law school |
So boring. |
| Arguing with one of the the posters in the Please Don't Drive thread. Ignorance is bliss. |
| The day I met my adopted daughter. |
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Following up on a job prospect with my college roommate that I really didn't think was going anywhere.
Landed me a 55k job 4 months out of college and I met my DH there. That opportunity has basically shaped my entire adult life. I was exceptionally lucky to get it. I frequently am a little sad because I had a big falling out with the friend who made the connection for me that was at least 70/80% my fault. And I did not appreciate that job for what it was and complained about it non-stop for the first couple of years. I wish I could go back and be less of an ahole from ages 22-24. |
| Failing to get the change of location happy hour email (long before smart phones) and meeting my husband because of it. |
Or should I post my real defining moment? Meeting the married man 13 years older than me who taught me what sex is |
| I remember the first time I laughed, like really really laughed and felt joy, after the sudden death of our middle child. I didn't think I would ever feel joy again and I remember very specifically sitting on my porch and laughing at something my girlfriend was gossiping about on the phone. It was such a catty snarky convo and it just cracked me up. I realized at that moment I might be ok. Not the same, but maybe, just maybe I would be ok. Maybe I wouldn't;t have to fake every single smile for the rest of my life just for my kids sake. Maybe I would have moments of joy, laughter, friendship, and love again. Just maybe. That happened 7 years ago and I even remember the way the wind smelled on my porch that afternoon. Its such a distinct memory and it really did define my life…my recovery life. |
I lost my brother about 6 years ago and this was both relateable and beautiful. It is definitely a transition to when suddenly you think you're life is going to be ok again. I hope my mother has had this moment. |
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Young kid.
New job. Was in a meeting and a disrespectful racial remark was made and subsequently "dismissed" by everyone in the room with a casual chuckle. I wasn't amused. I wasn't going to just sit there and pretend it didn't happen or let it go like everyone else. Nor was I going to tolerate working in an environment where such comments were allowed/excused so I got up and left. I stepped out the room and grabbed a pen and paper. I wrote a letter of resignation. I went back into the meeting. I handed the letter to my boss (she wasn't the one who made the comment). I left for good - all without saying a single word. As a child my mother got caught up in the desegregation of schools. She was called all kinds of names every single day and even spit on. She relayed to me stories of her experiences during that era and she told me - even as a child she knew that she had a responsibility to go endure all that so future generations wouldn't have to. Defining moment... Making good on the values instilled in me by my mother. She didn't raise me to be nobody's "N-word" or to just sit quiet and let people talk to me/treat me any kind of way. |
| I do't have one |
I just laughed so hard out loud in my cube I think I just wet my pants. |