what was your proudest moment.? so far that is..

[melanie2]

for me..the eleven days i took care of my dying father at my home..for the first time i felt useful...and when he died, in peace and not in some hospital or nursing home, that was my proudest moment..

what was yours? and although this seems sad..it wasn't..he had suffered long enough..

i mean what has been your proudest moment up to date?

 

[Zaq!]

For me, it was the day I dropped to one knee and proposed to my girlfriend at the time, and she said a very enthusiastic "YES!"


And twenty years later, she is still my wife and the love of my life.

 

[melanie2]

For me, it was the day I dropped to one knee and proposed to my girlfriend at the time, and she said a very enthusiastic "YES!"


And twenty years later, she is still my wife and the love of my life.

i absolutely love this answer...and aww...yes...i know exactly how you feel..

 

[Camel26]

I have to ditto Zaq's answer...couple the proposal with both times we got married (with family and friends at our ceremony/reception, and again in California legally)...I've never been so nervous/elated in my life!!! I LOVE MY WIFE SO MUCH!!!

And graduating with my Doctorate was a fairly proud moment, too!!!

 

[Cbarton]

(1) The day I placed the ring on my wife's hand and she became my wife

(2) When I held my son and daughter in my hands...the one's modern medicine said we couldn't have

Nothing else even comes close...

 

[TyrantRaveAB]

i dont know. i struggle with this question. it shouldnt be one that isnt quite so hard or one that requires so much of my thought, really.
i look back on my short life of 20yrs and think "what have i done? what have i done that was so great for me to be proud?"
nothing.
i havent left my mark on this world yet. ive come to terms with myself in that for me to be proud of myself im forced to change this world. i thrive off these ideas and actions that are forever remembered and change the world and history, i cant break myself down to find pride in something that is lacking in the framework of the big picture.
when i die, who will remember me? friends, family, maybe a local community. i am overwhelmed with avarice for greater purpose. i want to be remembered by those close to me, but never forgotten by the world.
is life meaningful? does life have a purpose? if not, why am i still wasting my time with this cheap flesh?
indeed, i believe it does! but, am i achieving carpe diem? should i live every day as if it were my last? what am i doing to fullfill human requirements constrained upon me by reality??
we are all slaves to the Clock.
but is leaving defining scars on other ppl and a showroom of materialistic goods what i want to leave behind to carry on myself, my ideas ?
no.
i am overwhelmed with avarice for greater purpose.
i have done nothing to be proud of.
the only thing i have that is closest to that is self recognition of acheivement.