One significant event that changed your life somehow...

So, in life, it's the little things that count, but significant and drastic changes are more likely to be remembered. It doesn't matter how long ago it was, or even if it's currently happening, feel free to post about an event that changed your life significantly.

Please try to keep it to one post per day, okay?

As for me, My life significantly changed when I was kicked out of middle school. That's right, I graduated high school, but not junior high. I got into a fight with some other boy in the bathroom, and bashed his head into the urinal. This got me expelled from the entire school district, and after seeing my record of aggression, other schools from other districts wouldn't take me.

Finally, Canby High School, a school in a small town in the state of Oregon, accepted me, and I had a relatively normal high school life. I wasn't bullied or a bully, I kind of just slipped under the radar, and focused on school. I also took anger management therapy, which helped me get my temper under control.

I made a few good friends, and also a lot of acquaintances, but not a lot of enemies, since I'm a pussy and wouldn't do too well if ganged up on. I also met my best friend at Canby High, so it wasn't a waste. Graduated with a 3.2, since I sort of slacked off in my Senior year, since I had a 3.9 before that, I was almost guaranteed to get at least a B average overall, and had more fun that year.

Anyway, the lesson to learn from my story is: Get into a fight. Sometimes, it'll be the best decision of your life, and you'll end up in a better place (not heaven, of course).

When I was 8 I broke my right wrist, fell down a small cliff off my bike. I couldn't write normally ever again. I type mostly now, but typos are common, so it takes me time to readjust and correct my typos before I post or submit something.

You'd be surprised to know it took me 12 hours of constant attention to the task of writing your project's chapter 1, and I was really beat after that. My wrist doesn't work as nicely as it used to, but at least I can rest it because I've learned to type with my left hand, mostly.

When I graduated high school, some of my friends decided to gang up and kick my ass. Apparently, they never really liked me, but hung out with me because I would always buy them lunch if they asked. So basically, I was being used for my money. Assholes. The moral of this story is: Don't trust anyone. Not even yourself.

A long-time friend of mine was a very two-faced person but I was oblivious to it. Anyone not directly in his circle of friends were fair game for bullying, which I regret to say I would join in on, and even some of those friends in his circle he would bullshit about (as I found out).

When it came to women, he had the habit of getting with girls then bullshitting about me to them just so they wouldn't speak to me. One hilarious lie was that I was a child molestor. According to him he was jealous of the fact I often got on with his girlfriends better than he did. At the time I didn't know this, but I did wonder why I stopped hearing from him whenever he got with someone.

But then he broke the unwritten law of the Bro Code by getting with an ex of mine, whom I still liked at the time. I knew something was going on between them but she continously denied it. He tried any way he could to stop her from contacting me. Them being together messed up my head big time and was 2 years of mental torture. The ordeal opened my eyes to the two-faced prick he really was and once I had a relatively clear head, I tried to convince her that he wasn't who he seemed since he'd behaved like it to his girlfriends in the past. Despite me knowing him for a decade (thus having witnessed a lot of his faggotry) whereas she'd only known him a few months when she first got with him, she was too lovestruck to listen and was adamant he could do no wrong. Eventually I cut contact with both of them for the sake of my sanity. The next time she spoke to me they'd long-since broken up; she said I was right about him all along.

From this, I learned not to trust anyone so easily. But my confidence and attitude towards people took a hit as well.

4 years on I've not spoken to him or seen him about, but I've heard testimonies from 2 people about him who know that I used to be friends with him:

• He's become completely antisocial and his obsession with Metal music is now borderline autistic; won't hear a peep out of him unless it's about his favourite subject. Likes to go to the gym a lot.

• Another guy saw him out and about randomly. He'd not seen him for so long he thought he'd died

Wow, man. That's a lot of shit to deal with. I understand how you feel, kind of, since I was back-stabbed by my best friend. Though, I also deserved it, since I wasn't being decisive enough. But what he did to you... that's uncalled for.

The reason I know that feeling, though... my best friend started going out with my current girlfriend, and she was happy to be picked up. At this time, I was 19, and had this 'sex should be something precious' attitude, and so, my girlfriend was apparently sexually frustrated. Basically, they got down to fuck and had a grand ol' time behind my back, not because I wouldn't give her the dick, but because we weren't doing it often enough.

It all came down to: She had a more active sex drive, and I didn't. I mean, I did, but not nearly as much as hers. So basically, this went on for six months or so before my buddy Alex and I were talking, and I was telling him about my girlfriend, and how nice our relationship was. Apparently not. He already knew that my 'best friend' was having fun with her, as they did it mostly at his house.

He thought they were going out, and they had both told him this. Meanwhile, I was left in the dark and being called a liar. Eventually, my friend lost his temper with her and she broke up with him, and then tried to get back with me. At this point, I was tempted, because of the sex, but also didn't want that bullshit anymore, and turned her down, saying 'we can be friends if you want'. Of course, it ended there, as she apparently wanted nothing to do with me unless I was doing something to satisfy her, most likely.

So, I haven't seen her since, though I've heard about her getting pregnant and having miscarriages over and over again. Will she ever have a child she gets pregnant with, I wonder? What's funny is that Alex is still friends with her and they hang out regularly, so he tells me all sorts of things. We eventually cleared up that I was her boyfriend at the time, and so was my former 'best friend', she was just two-timing.

Well, it's not like I don't miss having a girl that will come onto me, instead of me having to try hard and keep them happy in order to get laid, but I definitely don't miss the treachery and drama that came with the package. Also, she wasn't an attractive woman, probably a straight up '1' on the ugly/hot scale. She was taller than I was, and weighed a lot more too. Basically, she was a fatassvery big girl.

Granted, these events did change my life, but I don't think I'm that different of a person afterward, as opposed to the drastic changes I made to myself in high school. My personality is pretty much the same.

I'll have to keep things brief or ill be here hours going in an angry rant.

I've had 3 major events in my life that really changed things.

I could go on about how much of a bitch I was for a while toward the start of high school and it took my dad crying because he thought he was failing as a father for me to stop and think about who I was and who I wanted to be were total opposites.

Or I could rant about meeting Cherry in 5th grade and the Twins in 8th and all the things they've done (though then I'd be here days and I don't think they'd want me talking about some of the things I'd talk about)

But by far the most significant thing was the day my dad and I found out my mom was having multiple affairs at the time of my conception... And had continued to see those two on the side occasionally.

Let's put it this way. There is a 66 percent chance that my daddy is not my biological father.

Pretty much the instant she dropped the bombshell news, she left us for one of those guys. Walked right out the door and never looked back. In fact she seemed happy.

The fact she seemed so glad to get out of there is what broke my heart the most. She said her "goodbye" as though she never really liked me very much. She wasn't really mother of the year or anything, but I did love her. My young mind saw her as a bit lazy, but caring, even if I did seem to frustrate her a lot. I though it was just because being a mother was hard and stressful (and I'm sure it is) but... Maybe it's just because she didn't want to be a mother in the first place.

Thinking back, my mother actually didn't do much in terms of taking care of me. My dad handled most of that. Mostly because she'd tell me to go ask him for things.

Anyway, because I don't want to go into more detail for the sake of keeping calm I'm wrapping this up. I'm still pretty bitter towards my mom about what she did and is still doing. It's been about 7 years and she hasn't changed at all. Different guy...then another guy, then back to the first one... Don't know them at all. I'm surprised she hasn't moved out of this neighborhood.
She doesn't really acknowledge me as her daughter so much anymore and treats me like
An annoying stranger when I bump into her say, at Walmart or the bank or this one time at Outback (that's the steakhouse I work at)

As for my dad he's gotten over it, but much like me, does not like talking about it.

Who is this Cherry that youre always talking about?

Btw, i think that starting to watch\read japanese stuff really changed myself in some way. It helped me (actually taught me) almost everything i know about english and japanese. It made me become more shy i was used to be in the past though, i just have no idea if it was good or bad to myself.

Idk, it just made me different concerning the most of the brazillian boys. Would that be good or not?

Yeah I'll take a shot at it. My life's been a plethora of significant shit happening.

Guess I'll share the less personal instance, where I learned I essentially will live to 30 or maybe 40 if I'm lucky. I have a rare form of immunodeficiency that basically means my immune system is as useful as a wet towel trying to stop a blazing inferno and that the common cold can send me to the ICU of the hosptial. I've had a number of close calls and almost died but that's besides the point.

I was 15 when I learnt it, I was absolutely terrified and I had right to be after all, I had all these big words, diagnosis', X-Rays and general information being launched at me that I couldn't take it all in. I had to learn to take really good care of myself and my parents are so overprotective of me they always have someone accompany me when I leave the house in case of an attack (More or less my stomach explodes with pain and I faint) and they're on the fence about me going to University.

I'm 20 now and my birthday was a little under two weeks ago, which is a pretty significant milestone for me in all seriousness. I'm thankful for everyday I have and I'm in a lucky scenario given my family's wealth and the fact we are involved with medical research, but I've been very humbled by it. Life is short, and I want to have as much fun as possible. I've even proposed to my girlfriend and even if I don't live long enough to marry her, I want to give her as much as I can before I go. I still slip into depression because of the whole situation but I've gotta look at the world as best I can and wear a smile, I refuse to spend it pitying myself.

Holy shit. That's a very unforgiving condition. I honestly hope you live past 40, even past 60, that way, some day, you can say, fuck you, world. I beat you, and this illness. I honestly hope you live much longer than even that, though - you'll be able to look back at your victory with pride and tell your future generations about how you beat an illness once thought unbeatable.

cherry is her girlfriend

EDITING MY POST BECAUSE NO STUPID DOUBLE POSTING!

Aw crap. I wrote my own story before reading anyone else's. This is both heart wrenching and inspiring at the same time. It really puts a lot of things into perspective and I appreciate you sharing. Happy Belated Birthday! WHOOOOO! 20! If there's anything that can prove modern medicine wrong when they try to give you a certainty, it's the power of the mind. Keep that positive attitude and focus on the good. It'll make huge difference. Do yo thang.


Now. I feel weird keeping my own story here since it's no where near that level of significance but I typed it so I'll keep it below....


Hmmmmm.......way back when in 8th grade. My parents always pushed me to be perfect. (LOLOLOLOOL MUM & DAD)

So there's this magnet school around here. Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology. There's also a very competitive entrance exam where some major percentage of the kids who take it don't get a qualifying score and don't move on to whatever next round. I'm not an intellectual by any means but I am very book smart and have always excelled in advanced math. My parents poured a ton of money into tutors and programs and all sorts of BS to prep me for the test while the entire time ignoring the fact I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave my friends, I didn't want to change schools, and a part of me was also nervous I wouldn't make it. But I probably had a very high chance.

Anywho. The day comes. I go in with the swarm of kids. We all sit down to take the two part exam. Reading and comprehension comes first. We have some time limit of course but it doesn't matter, I finish it quickly. Going back to double check some of my responses not because I wanted a high score, but just out of habit and boredom. Then comes the math portion. I start the same way, get about 1/4 of the way though and stop. I never finished the test. Maybe a part of me was scared to fail and chose to fail on purpose. Maybe it really was that I didn't want to change schools and lose my friends. Either way I'll never know. What I do know is this.....

- I stayed at the same school.
- My high school girlfriend told me she was pregnant weeks before I was due to leave for college.
- I stayed in the area to be with her and raise my son.
- I started community college because it's all I could get into at the last minute.
- Work and my son took over my life.
- I never finished college.
- And stupid 13 year old me who thought those friendships would last ended up being proven wrong when I lost contact with most of those people after high school.

If I had completed the exam and was offered a place at TJHS, my parents would have forced me to go. Those definitive teenage years would have been completely different. I might be an entirely different person. And my son wouldn't be around today.

I love my life, but sometimes I think back to that moment when I decided to draw ninja turtles instead of solve some algebra equation and wonder what would have happened if I had chosen differently.

When i was like 4-5th grade I cant really remember, my friends in school wanted me to go goalkeeping for one game since nobody wanted. I was a really good attacker back then and wasnt in the mood to be goalkeeping. I never regretted playing goalkeeper. It was like a whole new world. God the shots feels so fast and when i use my reflex so fast as well i feel like time slows down and everyone is like O.O

Basically my big event was realizing and coming to what is my current spiritual beliefs and then finding out that one of my friends would end up being my mentor