When I knew that I had to write an essay about a significant event or accomplishment which has defined me as a person, my forehead creased because I can’t think of an event or accomplishment that defined me as a person. But when I started digging deeper into it, I realized that every experience I had, molded me into ME.
For me, my life was perfect. I had everything going for me. I had a great family, good friends, healthy body, intellectual mind and a good sense of humor. Pretty much, it was as if everything was handed to me on a silver platter. But even though seems like everything was handed to me, I took that everything for granted. I made many mistakes and I felt bad for myself because of those mistakes.
It was at the recollection when I was in grade six that I realized something. During this recollection, I was able to reflect on why I felt bad. I realized that I was not grateful for everything that was handed to me.
When the priest who conducted the recollection showed us a presentation about the wonder of the creation of God, I cried. I cried because I realized that I am missing a much larger picture. I was reminded that I was the fruit of the love of God. God made me imperfect so that I will learn from the mistakes I, myself, made and to realize that making mistakes is a part of life. God reminded me not to be afraid in making mistakes, for there is no other way of learning how to live. The biggest mistake that a person can make is to be afraid of making one. He has a plan for me. God uses every experience to mold us into the person he wants us to become.
Being a daughter, sister, student and friend, I made a million mistakes, and I am proud of it. In fact, looking back on my life I can’t imagine it without those mistakes. My mistakes defined me as the person I am now. The mistakes I made gave me so much strength...