<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:03:04.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Defining Moment Is ...</title><subtitle type='html'>That one moment in your life that changed everything.  It may have been a moment of joy, sorrow, hope or heartbreak.  Whatever it was, you can share it anonymously here. Simply click on COMMENTS under any posted entry below, and submit your defining moment. Then check back daily -- entries are usually posted within 24-48 hours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1958595170703400062</id><published>2010-07-13T20:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:05:46.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when I left my boyfriend to be with my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend was physically and emotionally abusive. he forces me to have an abortion to rid us of a "mistake" and he threw me into horrible depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend, who had loved me through our entire friendship, was by my side through everything, and he showed me how I should be treated, and loved me through all of my faults. he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will never forget when he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1958595170703400062?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1958595170703400062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1958595170703400062' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1958595170703400062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1958595170703400062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-left-my-boyfriend-to-be-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8676650930702345508</id><published>2010-07-13T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:05:12.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was a day in a hostel in Florence where we got a BBM that he had died. I hadn't cried in front of another person for at least 5 years until that moment. I was numb for a period. Then I wore his bracelet everyday, enjoyed every second of my life, and take nothing for granted. 19 is too young, but we never know our last moments. Someone's last moment has defined my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8676650930702345508?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8676650930702345508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8676650930702345508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8676650930702345508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8676650930702345508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-defining-moment-was-day-in-hostel-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-532179419872471893</id><published>2010-06-06T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:12:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was the day he tossed me aside like trash and left without a care. I loved him with all my heart. It made me realize how dependant on guys I had been and from that day I vowed to never let another guy have total control over my emotions again and take me for granted. It's better to be single rather than losing yourself to an unworthy guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-532179419872471893?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/532179419872471893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=532179419872471893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/532179419872471893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/532179419872471893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-defining-moment-was-day-he-tossed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-3764307682251860563</id><published>2010-05-20T19:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:55:33.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when a friend of mine said &lt;br /&gt;"If you have to think about if you're happy, then you're not happy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-3764307682251860563?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/3764307682251860563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=3764307682251860563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3764307682251860563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3764307682251860563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-defining-moment-was-when-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5524562427680893941</id><published>2010-05-20T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:55:01.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I've had the defining moment of my life yet, but I've had the moment that defined my teenage years, which I am eagerly looking forward to putting behind me. &lt;br /&gt;That's holding your hand in mine, touching it, tracing every outline and hoping, praying, that it would belong to me someday. I never wanted to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's you kissing me, and me, loving every second of it, but slapping you anyway. Having the strength to say 'no'. 'Not yet'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5524562427680893941?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5524562427680893941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5524562427680893941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5524562427680893941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5524562427680893941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-think-ive-had-defining-moment-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1874864279016609614</id><published>2010-03-22T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:41:55.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is when you asked me to leave with you, because you said it was the only way to be together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defining moment was when I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defining moment is when you said you loved me for the very last time. &lt;br /&gt;And then when you said goodbye for the very last time, afterward.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that night, I don't know who I am anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f/17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1874864279016609614?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1874864279016609614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1874864279016609614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1874864279016609614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1874864279016609614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-defining-moment-is-when-you-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8070536040275987953</id><published>2010-03-22T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:40:40.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Defining Moment was when I saw my grandfather lying on the hospital bed, about to take his last breath. I realised never to take anyone for granted. And that despite the times I said I wouldn't cry because I wasn't close to him, I did, because I truly cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8070536040275987953?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8070536040275987953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8070536040275987953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8070536040275987953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8070536040275987953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-saw-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8936222089125775649</id><published>2010-02-07T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:59:14.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment? When I tried to tell him goodbye, and realized I never wanted to leave him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8936222089125775649?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8936222089125775649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8936222089125775649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8936222089125775649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8936222089125775649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-defining-moment-when-i-tried-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2188737889600618696</id><published>2009-12-27T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:53:09.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is standing there, spilling out everything about my habitual self harm, fearing your reaction. Hearing that it disappointed you scared me, but when you grabbed my hand and hugged me proved that I have no reason to regret telling you at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2188737889600618696?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/2188737889600618696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=2188737889600618696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2188737889600618696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2188737889600618696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-defining-moment-is-standing-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2395694692580076148</id><published>2009-11-28T14:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:17:43.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment wasn't a moment at all. During a deadly, lonely depression, I fought everyday to give my life meaning. After 7 months i pulled myself out on my own. Not a single soul helped me. When i was a bubbly fun person i couldnt keep people away, the second i needed them they all disappeared, every single one of them. It defined me because i now know I AM STRONG enough to rely on myself and i no longer put up with bullcrap, I DECIDE who my friends are and wheather they are GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. It was about time i started to do things for myself and im glad i was able to emerge as a BETTER PERSON from those horrible months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2395694692580076148?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/2395694692580076148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=2395694692580076148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2395694692580076148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2395694692580076148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-defining-moment-wasnt-moment-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2710965833120635407</id><published>2009-11-28T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:17:18.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my defining moment is... I was in an abusive relationship for almost a year. One night he told me that he wasn't going to let me leave alive. He went downstairs and got a knife.&lt;br /&gt;I climbed onto a 2nd story roof and fell onto the ground. I fractured my back and pelvis, but it saved my life. I'm thankful that I am free from him at last, I can be happy and strong. And I finally feel loved again...not the kind that hurts, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2710965833120635407?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/2710965833120635407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=2710965833120635407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2710965833120635407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2710965833120635407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-defining-moment-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-3559628792535227415</id><published>2009-11-08T07:28:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:28:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is when I heard "I am beautiful no matter what they say" and, instead of tearing up, I smiled... truly hearing the lyric for the first time and realizing that I don't need your approval to feel beautiful and free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I was only 10 years old when you called me fat. Now 10 years later I finally don't feel like that little girl "busting out of her dress", as you called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down. So don't you bring me down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f/20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-3559628792535227415?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/3559628792535227415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=3559628792535227415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3559628792535227415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3559628792535227415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-defining-moment-is-when-i-heard-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5689156486677102092</id><published>2009-11-08T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:28:19.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when we were saying goodbye in my driveway late at night in the beginning of January. We knew it would be awhile before we saw each other again, so we took our time. It didn't matter that it was freezing outside. You hugged me and we felt warm. I have never felt more love in my life than I did in that one moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5689156486677102092?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5689156486677102092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5689156486677102092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5689156486677102092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5689156486677102092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-we-were-saying-goodbye-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5849599878546037654</id><published>2009-11-08T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:27:59.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was watching my son lie in an incubator on a respirator, not even sure if he would live. It was at that moment that I realized that there are tons of meaningless things in life and I swore that if my baby could just live I would appreciate life for what it truly is. He is doing wonderful now and I know that he is all that matters. He defined me as his mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5849599878546037654?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5849599878546037654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5849599878546037654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5849599878546037654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5849599878546037654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-defining-moment-was-watching-my-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-3808934284800874616</id><published>2009-10-18T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:22:09.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I told you what I'd been wanting to tell you for three years...that it is not all right to mess with guys heads, it is not all right to get with guys because you're bored, , it is not all right to lead guys you have no interest in, on, and that just because guys have hurt you does not mean that it is all right to hurt guys who did nothing wrong. Since that day, we have not been friends, and I have felt unbelievably free ever since, without being judged because I'm not a slut like you. I know you have your first boyfriend now and I know you've stopped "slutting around", and I hope that it is as a result of what I said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-3808934284800874616?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/3808934284800874616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=3808934284800874616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3808934284800874616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3808934284800874616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-told-you_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-782650331276033504</id><published>2009-10-18T07:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:21:34.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I got back-stabbed by a colleague whom I have trusted all along and have put in 100% into the "friendship". It was the moment when I got hurt the second time. (First time by another person at a different workplace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will not befriend anyone from work ever again! I have woken up. Defining moment of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-782650331276033504?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/782650331276033504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=782650331276033504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/782650331276033504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/782650331276033504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8790008883372352940</id><published>2009-10-18T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:21:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I realized that God wants me to be strong for Him just as much as I need Him to be strong for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8790008883372352940?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8790008883372352940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8790008883372352940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8790008883372352940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8790008883372352940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4655519064719492267</id><published>2009-10-18T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:20:33.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my defining moment was when i told you i loved you, and you turned me down. But we are still able to talk like adults, and laugh together. You know that I will always love and care for you, and this is all that i can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f/23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4655519064719492267?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4655519064719492267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4655519064719492267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4655519064719492267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4655519064719492267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-told-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-433925132696737560</id><published>2009-09-29T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:56:53.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I was 17, pregnant, and left by my boyfriend. My parents showed me what unconditional love was. I only hope that my own children can love and respect me as much as I do my parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-433925132696737560?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/433925132696737560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=433925132696737560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/433925132696737560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/433925132696737560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-was-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4366485819159323795</id><published>2009-09-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:53:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was the day I decided that I was worth more than the situation I had put myself in. I decided that day, sitting in my car in front of Starbucks, that I am stronger than I ever imagined and that I won't accept that kind of abuse from the ones I love anymore. And that day was the day I was fortunate enough to be reborn. 8.29.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4366485819159323795?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4366485819159323795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4366485819159323795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4366485819159323795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4366485819159323795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-defining-moment-was-day-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-262859750247740952</id><published>2009-09-29T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:50:40.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was realizing that as long as I let my bitterness and anger at you continue to fester, I may as well have stayed married to you. I let them go, I let you go, and now I am FREE OF YOU!!!! What a joyous day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-262859750247740952?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/262859750247740952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=262859750247740952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/262859750247740952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/262859750247740952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-defining-moment-was-realizing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6663941418627993348</id><published>2009-08-31T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:22:15.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I woke up to my mother's screams, only to run into her room and find out that my brother was dead on the floor downstairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6663941418627993348?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6663941418627993348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6663941418627993348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6663941418627993348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6663941418627993348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-3413515524489574620</id><published>2009-08-31T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:20:30.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment wasn't when I told my best friend that for two years- and during two different relationships- I was in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It was when she told me she loved me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-3413515524489574620?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/3413515524489574620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=3413515524489574620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3413515524489574620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3413515524489574620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-wasnt-when-i-told-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8338795683136688578</id><published>2009-08-31T19:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:20:02.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I realized that even if I will never be loved again or have kids, the fact that we broke up is the best thing that ever happened to me. When you come to realize such thing, you can no longer be afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8338795683136688578?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8338795683136688578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8338795683136688578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8338795683136688578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8338795683136688578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-realized_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-7665052820240910424</id><published>2009-08-31T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:19:31.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment hasn't come yet. But it will and I'm waiting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f/15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-7665052820240910424?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/7665052820240910424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=7665052820240910424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7665052820240910424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7665052820240910424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-hasnt-come-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8263495699674931079</id><published>2009-08-31T19:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:19:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I actually sent you that letter that contained everything I had left to say to you. I sent it and got it all off my chest instead of keeping it in to dwell on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you see now that I really mean it when I say that your leaving me was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I hate to admit this, but before our break up, I might not have been strong enough to do it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ME AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8263495699674931079?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8263495699674931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8263495699674931079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8263495699674931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8263495699674931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-actually-sent-you-that-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4360950296433530278</id><published>2009-08-31T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:18:27.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After waking up from an attempted suicidal overdose on heroin. I was living on the street, starving and dirty. I woke up the day after Thanksgiving in a dirty gas station bathroom with a needle still in my arm and a note next to me that read "don't call this an overdose, I know what I'm doing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked myself into rehab that day, and have now been sober 7 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4360950296433530278?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4360950296433530278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4360950296433530278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4360950296433530278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4360950296433530278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-waking-up-from-attempted-suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6563861775570276882</id><published>2009-08-13T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:30:18.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I felt my stomach cramp from the over abundance of sleeping pills I'd just taken, and decided to throw up instead of going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6563861775570276882?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6563861775570276882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6563861775570276882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6563861775570276882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6563861775570276882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-felt-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-446962898921064389</id><published>2009-08-12T19:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:36:05.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my defining moments was when I was a school kid and wrote unicorns &amp; butterflies cliche poetry, but my grandma took me to a literary club and the teacher there told me i had talent. I have improved immensely and writing is a big part of my life - because she believed in my skills when she had practically no reason to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-446962898921064389?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/446962898921064389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=446962898921064389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/446962898921064389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/446962898921064389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-my-defining-moments-was-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8313530447830426806</id><published>2009-08-12T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:35:17.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my last birthday no one in my family really called me or anything...the only people who got me anything or told me happy birthday was my boyfriend and his family and my bestfriend...it was at that point i knew who my real family was...that all i need was my boyfriend and his family and my bestfriend and i would be happy...from that moment on i was happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8313530447830426806?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8313530447830426806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8313530447830426806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8313530447830426806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8313530447830426806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-my-last-birthday-no-one-in-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5349545904080275476</id><published>2009-08-12T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:34:50.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was April 18, 2002 at 7:15pm. Looking into the beautiful faces of my twin sons on the day of their birth. Nothing else can ever compare to that moment, to the greatest thing I'll ever do in my life. They are better now than I'll ever be and I know they took the best part of my and will leave their mark on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I hope they can see that they defined me in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5349545904080275476?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5349545904080275476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5349545904080275476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5349545904080275476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5349545904080275476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-was-april-18-2002-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-9010392192926863421</id><published>2009-08-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:34:06.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I realized I was strong enough and determined enough to OVERCOME. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what happens in life: It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided no matter what, I will CHOOSE to be HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-9010392192926863421?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/9010392192926863421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=9010392192926863421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/9010392192926863421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/9010392192926863421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6876036614252536651</id><published>2009-07-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:19:12.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is when I got in a fight with my boyfriend, and I sent a text to a girl saying -&lt;br /&gt;"i thought he'd love, protect, and save me."&lt;br /&gt;this girl responds,&lt;br /&gt;"iiiiiiiii am here to do that until wefind someone that both you &amp;amp; i think is responsible enough to take over for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i have a best friend in thiss crazy life, someone to protect me, &amp;amp;it gave me a new happiness, a new feeling of hope. i realized i don't need the love of my boyfriend, just the love of my bestfriend. she is all i will ever need :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6876036614252536651?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6876036614252536651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6876036614252536651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6876036614252536651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6876036614252536651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-defining-moment-is-when-i-got-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8674597991635397636</id><published>2009-07-24T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:19:59.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment in life is the first day of my Psychology class this school year. That day I realized exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8674597991635397636?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8674597991635397636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8674597991635397636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8674597991635397636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8674597991635397636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-defining-moment-in-life-is-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1723328835880150579</id><published>2009-07-24T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:17:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment was when I heard the words "Don't be with someone you can live with, be with someone you cant live without" and realized that the person I cant live without is my son... and all of a sudden the choice I had to make was so clear and so right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1723328835880150579?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1723328835880150579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1723328835880150579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1723328835880150579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1723328835880150579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-9003527788891524563</id><published>2009-07-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:16:46.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moments have been when I decided to forgive the people who have hurt me the most, and today. Today I decided that God comes before my boyfriend, family, and friends. I hope it sticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-9003527788891524563?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/9003527788891524563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=9003527788891524563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/9003527788891524563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/9003527788891524563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-defining-moments-have-been-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4852907348757703154</id><published>2009-07-24T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:14:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment was when I accepted that I am alive for something more than just the "career, the family, the retirement, and the wait to die." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4852907348757703154?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-3002537270525305486</id><published>2009-07-24T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:13:48.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment was moments ago, when I realized that no matter what awful thing happens in my life, I will be okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-3002537270525305486?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/3002537270525305486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=3002537270525305486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3002537270525305486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/3002537270525305486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-defining-moment-was-moments-ago-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1160005830735541235</id><published>2009-07-24T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:11:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="flippy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;We sat across from each other on your hammock, our knees hardly touching. I told you my deepest fears. You held my hands in yours. You told me you loved me... but like brother/sister. You broke my heart and then fixed it in just one sentence. You held me as I cried and made promises you have failed to keep but from then on, whenever I hear your name, a smile graces my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1160005830735541235?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1160005830735541235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1160005830735541235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1160005830735541235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1160005830735541235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-sat-across-from-each-other-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2907435543404682105</id><published>2009-05-27T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:24:50.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I slow danced with her at our senior prom--and SHE asked ME. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2907435543404682105?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/2907435543404682105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=2907435543404682105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2907435543404682105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2907435543404682105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-slow-danced-with-her-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-7533186454919149163</id><published>2009-05-27T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:24:25.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment, for my last chapter at least, was the day I left your house listening to The Beatles "don't pass me by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you never know it hurt me so ill hate to see you go don't pass me by don't make me cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I finally realized that staying with anybody who continually treats me poorly was simply me being harmful towards myself and I decided that it was time to make this a better life and break the cycle of abuse. It's almost hard to believe it's already been years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my life and myself more than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-7533186454919149163?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/7533186454919149163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=7533186454919149163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7533186454919149163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7533186454919149163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-defining-moment-for-my-last-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1892078322767711490</id><published>2009-05-27T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:23:38.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I was 17 and took the "Step of Faith" to accept Jesus. I am 56 now and through the years of marriage, children, falling away and coming back, I still look on that moment and savor it the way a lover savors the moment they meant their dream mate. HE has been with me every step of the way and truly blessed me life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1892078322767711490?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1892078322767711490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1892078322767711490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1892078322767711490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1892078322767711490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-was-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-1930532797937886981</id><published>2009-05-27T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:23:09.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my defining moment was when you died. You made us stick together and grow closer than we ever could have without you. We all miss you so much, but we also know you're in a better place. I hope you know you've change all of our lives. I wish you could see us now. You showed us how to live our lives. You changed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-1930532797937886981?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/1930532797937886981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=1930532797937886981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1930532797937886981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/1930532797937886981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-defining-moment-was-when-you-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Online 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5764997168115083632</id><published>2009-04-21T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:09:48.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment was the first time I kissed the boy I have loved for eleven years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5764997168115083632?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5764997168115083632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>My defining moment was when I finally let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5452971784715326503?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5452971784715326503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5452971784715326503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5452971784715326503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5452971784715326503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2943733196860104025</id><published>2009-02-08T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:54:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I lost the guy I gave everything to..because despite realizing that while I'd been with him I had lost myself, I finally got the chance to find the real me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2943733196860104025?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-7591691982015594461</id><published>2009-02-07T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:13:28.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is when I realized that I was so busy surviving my life I had no soul to live it...now I have soul and I am ready to live life to the fullest and do everything for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-7591691982015594461?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/7591691982015594461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>My defining moment was sending my husband to war a second time...and waiting for him to come home. Love can overcome everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6502142411629677116?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6502142411629677116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6502142411629677116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6502142411629677116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6502142411629677116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-defining-moment-was-sending-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5597980441909724883</id><published>2009-02-01T20:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:54:49.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When my boyfriend (well, we weren't dating just yet) kissed me for the first time. He was the second guy to kiss me, and I was so relieved to be able to kiss someone else besides my lying, cheating ex that I swooned over for over a year after he dumped me. My boyfriend and I began dating a few days later, and been together ever since :-) we've been dating a year and five months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5597980441909724883?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5597980441909724883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5597980441909724883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5597980441909724883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5597980441909724883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-my-boyfriend-well-we-werent-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5123591593611169030</id><published>2009-02-01T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:54:12.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when I decided to take this quote literally..."Some of us think that holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go."...Today I'm letting go. I'm hoping this will change things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5123591593611169030?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5123591593611169030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5123591593611169030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5123591593611169030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5123591593611169030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-defining-moment-was-when-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5033061464664060087</id><published>2009-01-14T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:04:27.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I began feeling alive again after the longest winter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5033061464664060087?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5033061464664060087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5033061464664060087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5033061464664060087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5033061464664060087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-began-feeling-alive-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-2302887935257981568</id><published>2008-12-30T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:32:51.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment is when I learned to stand strong, even though I expect to be alone for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-2302887935257981568?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/2302887935257981568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=2302887935257981568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2302887935257981568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/2302887935257981568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-defining-moment-is-when-i-learned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5150038211668903173</id><published>2008-12-27T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:14:24.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment is when I finally let go of the summer that messed everything up and looked to the winter that put everything back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5150038211668903173?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5150038211668903173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5150038211668903173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5150038211668903173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5150038211668903173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-defining-moment-is-when-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8129839387972595864</id><published>2008-12-27T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:13:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="commentContents"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="expandedTitle"&gt;My defining moment was in reality, two moments. They both occurred on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;My defining moments were this summer when I heard Relient K sing "Sadie Hawkins Dance" live and later that day when I saw Tom Delonge live in Angels and Airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a higher power to me and has the ability to change the world, or my world at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8129839387972595864?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8129839387972595864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8129839387972595864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8129839387972595864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8129839387972595864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-defining-moment-was-in-reality-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4576163581333985862</id><published>2008-12-20T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:14:22.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I said goodbye to the life I led and the people in it, for the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4576163581333985862?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4576163581333985862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4576163581333985862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4576163581333985862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4576163581333985862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-said-goodbye-to-life-i-led-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-189798068631276656</id><published>2008-12-20T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:13:55.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was the day my mother made me go through with the abortion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-189798068631276656?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/189798068631276656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=189798068631276656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/189798068631276656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/189798068631276656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-defining-moment-was-day-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6531232884762024939</id><published>2008-11-19T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:34:57.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day I called off my wedding and left the extremely abusive relationship was in. I realized with this process I could now inspire other women to rise above and be better than they are, be better than their situation, be the best they can be. From all that I experienced in the relationship, leaving, and healing my wounds...I learned that I can inspire and empower and make a difference by just being myself and loving me first. People see that and they want it...I can now tell them and share with them my journey....Female - 24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6531232884762024939?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6531232884762024939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6531232884762024939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6531232884762024939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6531232884762024939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-i-called-off-my-wedding-and-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-343487579476465787</id><published>2008-11-16T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:01:33.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I realized, as my boyfriend was telling me how worthless I was, that I really didn't need anyone in my life except my own wit and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Female 36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-343487579476465787?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/343487579476465787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=343487579476465787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/343487579476465787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/343487579476465787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-realized-as-my-boyfriend-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6164472384499375729</id><published>2008-11-16T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:21:11.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was dancing with that girl at her party after Homecoming. She hasn't left my mind since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6164472384499375729?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6164472384499375729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6164472384499375729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6164472384499375729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6164472384499375729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-was-dancing-with-that-girl-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-5543004173350944180</id><published>2008-11-14T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:24:20.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My defining moment was when my father died. The world stopped- or it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is eternally changed because of the absense of my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-5543004173350944180?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/5543004173350944180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=5543004173350944180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5543004173350944180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/5543004173350944180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-defining-moment-was-when-my-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4999788079269688944</id><published>2008-11-12T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:16:18.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first day I met Philosophy, it took my breath away...I fell in love with its charisma, I was bewitched by its ability to unveil the Essence of Humankind. I was amazed by how alike the questions it seemed to imply and the ones I had always had in my mind were. I found a purpose in philosophy, I found something meaningful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4999788079269688944?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4999788079269688944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4999788079269688944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4999788079269688944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4999788079269688944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-i-met-philosophy-it-took-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-6856393021740412865</id><published>2008-09-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:39:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I watched my first child come into this world, I knew in that instant my life would be forever changed.  It took that amazing miracle to help put me on the right track, to become the man I am today -- putting the needs of my family before the selfish needs of myself.  What an amazing blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-6856393021740412865?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/6856393021740412865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=6856393021740412865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6856393021740412865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/6856393021740412865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-watched-my-first-child-come-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-4936132092328224101</id><published>2008-08-27T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:21:47.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That humid night in June of 1968 when I first made love with a woman who loved me back. All my confusion about my sexuality evaporated and I knew there was no going back, however frightening the road forward appeared to be. My existence definitely took a sharp left turn that night, although I've learned how to have a whole and happy life that includes being a lesbian in the 40 years since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-4936132092328224101?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/4936132092328224101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=4936132092328224101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4936132092328224101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/4936132092328224101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-humid-night-in-june-of-1968-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-7279940115532819407</id><published>2008-08-25T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:15:42.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I kissed my boyfriend for the first time, and realized that my deadbeat ex wasn't the only one who could make me happy. We've been together for over a year now, and I couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-7279940115532819407?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/7279940115532819407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=7279940115532819407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7279940115532819407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/7279940115532819407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-kissed-my-boyfriend-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8539337189141047686</id><published>2008-08-16T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:49:46.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that first night over a year ago when i kissed you, really kissed you, and realized that i [will]love you [always].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8539337189141047686?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8539337189141047686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8539337189141047686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8539337189141047686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8539337189141047686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-first-night-over-year-ago-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540191368759111341.post-8664680779845564272</id><published>2008-08-16T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:47:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I tried to stop another person from committing suicide, who I worried about deeply because I have depression too. Because I opened up to my family and finally let myself be vulnerable and afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540191368759111341-8664680779845564272?l=mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydefiningmomentis.blogspot.com/feeds/8664680779845564272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540191368759111341&amp;postID=8664680779845564272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8664680779845564272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540191368759111341/posts/default/8664680779845564272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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