Essay About Significant Moment And Best Things

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There really has not been a significant moment in my life that has shaped the person I am, nor has there been one significant person. It has come to my realization that it has been many moments and several different people that have formed me to be the person that I have become. I consider this evaluation, and reminisce on my family. My family is the base of all that is worth mentioning. Beginning with my father the hard working Irishman, who has taught me that the best things in life take work and thought and never to expect anything for free. My mother the nurture, taught me to cherish all things and consider of my surroundings and possibilities. My brother the simplistic, taught me to take life by the horns, and to laugh as hard as I possibly can at any given moment. With all their knowledge combined I have become a very independent 25 year old woman. I have come to realize that everyday I have become more like each of them. All the friends that I have encountered through out my lifetime I have managed to keep. They are the select few that have impacted my life in several ways. I consider myself lucky that I have found three girls that are reflections of me. Each one of them I relate to in different ways, my non judgmental, my carefree, and my established, best describes each of them. They have all touched my life and accepted the person that I have become. The moments I spend with them are moments that I will always remember and reflect on how they have changed me through out time. Right now, I have my stability. This is how I like to refer to the man in my life. He has made dramatic changes in my life from the day I met him. He has incorporated himself into my life with the same values that my family has taught me. He has shown me that all the work and thought you put into something can be laughed at no matter how much you care about it. I have to say that moments and people of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand will remain where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Memories are like that.