Does anyone have a story to tell which has changed their life? A personal experience?
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I remember going to Frankfurt (Oder) [East Germany] for a week with my German class – I was an exchange student - in November 1988 (my government teacher worked his tail off to clear the paperwork for me to go with the class, but I was instructed to absolutely not speak on the train, during inspections and in questionable places). We had a meeting with "average teens" as part of the trip and they found out that I was an American - I think my class appreciated ;o) that, as it turned from the stilted "lecture" from the teens totally versed in party politics to "Me on the spot" (and they got to go just hang out while I got the 3rd degree).
It was a fascinating conversation and my brain was absolutely fried, because I had to work harder than I ever had in my life to explain what I believed in and why - and in another language (although Herr Trugelmann - my teacher - translated everything for me). They were stunned to learn that we weren't pouring over the border into Mexico and that there wasn't a wall between the US and Mexico. I touched on the immigration problem that the southern states had.
It was a hard conversation, because these kids - being the same age as me - had never known anything other than East Germany - and I had never known anything quite like it. I really wish I could remember more about the conversation - but I was truly drained by it and only remember their stunned reaction when I said that there wasn't a wall between the US and Mexico, but rather a flimsy fence and it wasn't there to keep Americans in - but rather illegal immigrants and drug traffickers out. I had only been to Mexico once (while visiting relatives here in Arizona), but I knew how easy it was to get there.
That was the point when I think that they actually believed me - rather than thinking that I was somehow trained in Capitalist Speak.
I think it was also a defining point in my life, because I had to say what I believed, and since I hadn't given it any thought before, I had to learn what I believed. But I've been attuned to my beliefs ever since.
I was for many many years very depressed, couldn't find any reasons to be happy etc, then after a brief relationship fell pregnant with my now 3yr old boy. He pulled me out of my dark pit & made me see that their was a life worth living. Now whilst i was pregnant i met a married man, after some time i'd fallen for him (then got to know about his marriage), starting seeing one another (naughty), he fell in love with me too, left his ex & his kids which nearly broke him. Somedays i feel very very guilty that i ended his marriage, other days i wonder was he pushed towards me when his ex said fine go with her you're not with me anymore....so 2 things really changed me as a person. Before those 2 events i was a depressed person, but even though i was depresed i had morals, that vanished after the deed with my now husband was done.
june 28th 1998, my son died in a car accident, changed my life totally.
i will never ever get over it,
i appreciate life more now, it can change in a heartbeat.
i try to encourage people to do things with their lives coz you just never know what is going to happen.
the week before he died my son arranged a hair and fashion show, it was fab.
lots of hard work. but he loved doing it.
why did it happen....what can i say, why do horrid things happen to lovely people??
we will never know!
take care and enjoy your life xxxxxxxxxxx
uhm . . . okay see here's the thing, i have had a lot of things that would normally be considered very traumatizing or horrible happen to me and altho they left a scar and cause a night terror now and then they somehow haven't affectd my character (ie when my house was broken into, or the passing away of my best friend, or even when i was sexually assaulted), but there are a few things that hav left a deffinate mark. For example, my parents were abusive when i was young and i have had trouble with sticking to a relationship ever since but i think the biggest thing was actually something that a lot of ppl woudn't consider that bad. i broke my leg very badly when i was in middle school. Now what i thought were friends ended up using this as an opportunity to turn on me. Before this happened i was very snobby, i was the type of girl who made friends just to take advantage of ppl. After it happened i became much kinder and to be perfectly honest never again got into a large fight with any of my friends, something that before was a daily activity for me.
Having suffered from depression for many years, I was working for a very special lady some 16 years ago, who knew I had 'problems'. She was really supportive at the time and although we both moved away from each other and on to different lives, we still keep in touch today.
I know that on a 'low' day, all I have to do is call my old "Boss" and the 'sing-song' nature of her voice lifts my spirits and helps me to brave an otherwise dreaded day ahead.
After 16 years, she is as supportive today as she was way back then. She has proven a real friend in times of need.
Everyone needs a "Boss"...
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