I give you my entry to the St. Louis Bloggers Blog Carnival #2:

I am thinking of many significant days in my life in order to decide which is the most important day…

I think back to the days my grandma would walk me through the woods and point out every plant, flower and tree along the way telling me its name, its characteristics, and any medicinal/nutritional uses it may have. She would point out those that were poisonous so that I could identify what to stay away from and identify everything that was edible, if ever I should need to sustain life while lost in the woods. I think of these days and many others I spent with my grandma throughout my life and I think them all to be significant.

I think of my parents’ first divorce and the significance of that day my mom drove off with me in the car, leaving my dad on his knees in our driveway.
I think of all the days my dad drove across the entire state of Missouri to visit me while they were divorced. He would always go the extra mile, or 500 miles, to be with me.
I think of the day my parents got remarried to one another and how angry I was at both of them, even though I was only ten years old, for being so blind that they could not see the same miserable/angry lifestyle we were all about to settle into once again.
I think lastly of their second divorce and the day my dad left.  All these days changed me and my relationship with my parents, for better and for worse.

I think of two significant days in high school, separate days, but both with the same violent ending. Both days were a wake up call for me to the beginning of violence in schools. I witnessed two different people on two different days get beaten with baseball bats within an inch of dying. I don’t know the reason for either incident.  The first guy, I didn’t even know. I held his bleeding head in my lap, treated him for shock, and kept him talking until paramedics arrived…all the while his girlfriend was beating the crap out of me, she was terrified. I could actually see his brains. The second guy, I did know. My friends and I carried his limp, bloody body to a car and drove as fast as we could to the nearest hospital. Those two days scared me straight for a while and they taught me that I do well in bad situations, whether I want to or not.

I think of each day that all of my pets have come into my life.  Each of those days, too many to list, were so special and yet everyday I get to spend with their unconditional love is as significant as the first.

I think of my 21st birthday and getting shit-faced with my bestest friend, Heather, and a few other friends.  I felt the significance of being 21 years old and how “different” I felt…just moments before Heather slammed me with a pillow and yelled “Just pass out already, will you!?!”.  This was definitely pseudo-significance.

I think of the days I was able to spend in hospital with my grandpa just last year before he died.  Not the most ideal setting, but if not at hospital then we may have never connected the way we did right before his life ended.  When we announced that we were moving to Hong Kong to my family, my grandpa told me he couldn’t be more excited for me and sad at the same time. He told me he knew he wouldn’t see me again once we left for HK.  He died two weeks before we went home to visit this past spring, which made those days in hospital with him all the more significant.

I think of the day I married my best friend and how that one significant day led to several more…

I think of the day I boarded a plane with my two dogs and one cat, heading to Hong Kong to meet up with my husband after not seeing him for six weeks.
Then I think of the day I arrived and how sweet it was to be in his arms again.

There are so many more significant days flooding my mind with memories right now, but I cannot list them all…

After considering all these significant days, I think maybe today is the most important day of all my life.  Simply because it has given me the opportunity to explore all those meaningful moments and realize that I have had a very full life of good, bad and ugly. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not to mention I am alive and well, that in itself is pretty significant.

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