What's one of your proudest moments?
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For me, one of the most proud moments is when I graduated nursing school.
Another one is my youngest daughter getting accepted into medical school last August:
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Pulling into port on the USS Harry S. Truman (CVN-75) after serving at the beginning of Operation Iraqi Freedom. An entire pier of cheering family members, band playing, pretty nice moment.
Birth of my daughter.
Those are the really big ones for me.
edit: oooohhh.... almost for got trading in my 259 Division hat for a NAVY hat at the end of boot camp. Anyone who has stood in that room knows what I'm talking about.
Starting my own biz
Finishing Ranger School
Getting Married
...and not getting herpes.
Saluting "The Old Man" and being piped over after my tour of duty in the Navy
Graduating college with my AA in commercial art/graphic design
Receiving my Paramedic licensure
Starting Two Wheel Healers bike shop with my buddy Mark
being awarded the Meritorious Service Medal for actions taken during the 1989 SF Earthquake
freefalling from 10500 ft for the first time
Guess I should have put this in my list, too. If my wife ever reads this, she'll make start doing physical therapy again and she's my therapist...
Would not be wise for her to be standing any where close to me at a subway train station platform !!! Just sayin ...
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Sir you have my thanks for your service to our fine country.
Rudy, I would love to hear you elaborate on your Earthquake story.
For me, The day I got married, the birth of my 3 daughters and,the day I was raised to Master Mason after starting 6 months before were all big ones for me.
Taking the business that I work for and raising their profit 6 times over from when I started is also something I'm most proud of.
"Long ashes my friends."
Damn it Obama you son of a ... is that you ??????
My uncle raised me, as my Dad was an alcoholic and, to put it nicely, unable to do so. All through school, I was a rebel. Heck, it was the 70's, who wasn't a chemical waste dump, right? Anyways, my uncle always referred to me as his nephew when anyone asked.
The first time I was home on leave, as my uncle was walking with me in the airport, someone welcomed me home and asked my uncle if I was his son. He looked at me, then back at the stranger and said "Yes, that's my boy...my son."