Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Graduating from law school
So boring.
Anonymous wrote: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.
Anonymous wrote:The day I met my adopted daughter.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I met my now DH my freshman year of college. My life trajectory did a complete 180 and I think I'm a different person than I would have been without him. More boring, but much more stable and happier. I truly think meeting him so young was a grounding presence and influence to overcome the sh*t I grew up with.
Cheesy and not exactly a defining moment, but I like being a mother a lot more than I thought I would. I'm much happier to mommy track myself (graduated from a top 5 law school and now make barely $100k in the government). Surprisingly, I don't feel torn about not having the career I thought I would.
wow, if I could get on your "mommy track" I'd feel rich and successful!
Anonymous wrote:When my mom finally managed to enroll me into an English immersion school in my home country. She tried for several years, trying to find connections and such..she finally just went to the principal with me and said she wouldn't leave until they test me. I tested well thanks to her training and my language abilities and they enrolled me.
I later won a scholarship to go to the US as an exchange student, and it had a great impact on my life (though I came back to my home country and went to college there, but knowing English well there and then, and having seen another country has opened new doors for me).
I wish I could do something for my son one day similar to what my mom did for me.
Another defining moment was going on a date with my now husband. I remember how reluctant I was, and how I spoke to a friend on the phone, outlining my doubts, and how she said I should just go and see what happens. I wish I didn't go on that date![]()
Anonymous wrote:The day I had a nervous breakdown, called my Mom at 5PM on a Wednesday night in January to come get me (I'm from Pittsburgh, and was going to school in NJ...so not exactly close) and then dropped out of my Ivy League school the next day. I spent half a semester at home + a summer of working, then transferred to a smaller liberal arts college closer to home where I THRIVED. It's where I should have been all along - I get sad thinking about the year and half semester I spent miserable at the first school, thinking that I'd be letting myself and my family down if I didn't stay. The trajectory of my life would have been very, very different had I stayed.
Anonymous wrote:I was a poor black boy growing up in rural NC to a single-mother of 5.
Lived in an old rusty trailer - no running water and with siphoned electricity from a neighbor.
Mom was a serious alcoholic.
I was sexually molested by a teacher and then by a family member.
I was tracked in special ed classes since 1st grade and failed the 4th grade.
The school's free lunches/breakfasts were God-sent.
Defining moment for me?
The P.E. teacher (who happened to be a white male) pulled me aside after the annual field day events and said, "Don't you ever stop running. Your running's going to take you places."
I didn't have much else going for me, so I believed what he told me. I kept on running - sometimes hungry; sometimes in torn-up sneakers.
By the end of high school, I was one of the top runners in the state of NC and earned a full X-country and track scholarship.
I am living a very comfortable life today - beautiful wife, good/smart kids.
I honestly don't know where I'd be if he hadn't pulled me aside that day.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was a poor black boy growing up in rural NC to a single-mother of 5.
Lived in an old rusty trailer - no running water and with siphoned electricity from a neighbor.
Mom was a serious alcoholic.
I was sexually molested by a teacher and then by a family member.
I was tracked in special ed classes since 1st grade and failed the 4th grade.
The school's free lunches/breakfasts were God-sent.
Defining moment for me?
The P.E. teacher (who happened to be a white male) pulled me aside after the annual field day events and said, "Don't you ever stop running. Your running's going to take you places."
I didn't have much else going for me, so I believed what he told me. I kept on running - sometimes hungry; sometimes in torn-up sneakers.
By the end of high school, I was one of the top runners in the state of NC and earned a full X-country and track scholarship.
I am living a very comfortable life today - beautiful wife, good/smart kids.
I honestly don't know where I'd be if he hadn't pulled me aside that day.
This made me tear up. Love this.