What Single Event Of My Life Defines Me?

Life, This is a marvelous topic. The moment I read the prompt I started thinking "what single event of my life defines me?". Perhaps my parents divorce, my first painting or the death of my first dog. But after reflecting for a while I came to a, in my opinion, reasonable conclusion. Life is a series of moments. A simple episode can not define a person's life. A person is a person, made of experiences, feelings, ideas, and so much more that I am yet unable to describe. Life is not defined by where people came from, but for where they want to go. This essay asks me to choose one talent or an interest, but I am a person, my life cannot be resumed in one single essay.

Unique. That is the word I use as a guide in my life. Since I can remember,
It was really early in the morning and the day was still dark. I remember the smell of the sea empowered by the storm from the night before. My father was a firefighter; he had to rescue more people than he can count, and there are still the cases when all he could do has recover a body for a broken family. For that he always reached me how to swim, how to act in an emergency and all the procedures that my 6 year old head could bear. My mom, in the other hand, is asmathic and has an medical historic that includes a bilateral dissection of the vertebrae. In short words she is not the best swimmer. That morning we decided to go swimming, as it seemed like the storms had stopped. We looked at the seen and it seemed calm, but what we didn't saw where the running water stream under the dark blue mirror. We got into the water, and in less than a few minutes I found myself fighting for air. The pain was excruciating; my lungs burned for air and my elbows and knees bleed from hitting the rocks. My eyes stinger from the salt, but I would not close them in the foolish hope to see my mother. I was in panic I tried all that I knew to get out of the stream, but I was too weak. Out of nowhere I felt an arm around me and a sudden breath cut through my small body making my hole self tremble. It was my father; he saw us and ran to save us. He lay me at the sand and run back for my mother. Amazingly we both were ok with minor bruises thanks to
I remember these two meaningful events in my life. One of great fear, and another of great happiness. How come that so distinctive feeling could represent me all at once? They can because those moments made me who I am today. And that is what life is, and endless chain of happiness and sorrow. We just have to do our best to not have a single story. To grow so attached to a single moment that an entire life can be resumed in just a few seconds. Since I was a kid people say to me that I not normal. That always bugs me, because what is to be normal? Normal is everything usual, ordinary. But how can a person be normal if every one is special at their own way; if every single human being is