I wouldn't be the man I am today if I wasn't in the middle of the davastated earthquake that happened in Haiti on January 12, 2010. I was 9 years old and every time I looked back to it, it was like "oh my God, spare me through my whole life the possibility to live this again". That was terrible.
I remembered, I came back home from school, took a shower, started doing my homework in my room, and all of a suddenly, I felt the house started to shake. My sister who was nearby grabbed me and I managed to get out of her hold and ran. The moment i felt i put myself out of harm way. I realized I left her behind and I started bent regretful of not holding her hand didn't feel her hands but I regret that I didn't hold her hands.
The earthquake was like shaking a bottle of soda constantly. I made it out of my house, but my sister was not behind me, my dad called my sister but she never came out. In my mind, the earthquake was the end of the world. My body is a tree waiting to get cut down. There were building and houses on the ground. Blood flowing down people's faces, and hear sirens and screams wailing on my ear.
I smell the vomit that my cousin through up and smell smoke everywhere. I felt scared and that I won't see my mom again, but later on the day I saw her approaching at me with tears. My sister came out of the safe and I was relieved. The thing that was surprising was that my house was the only house that was standing in my surroundings. To this day, whenever I hear it takes me back to the very start of the earthquake, and it makes me capture the experience from the beginning.
It impacted my life in a huge way because it show me how to not give up on life. I learn that life will not give up on you, if you don't give up on it. I grew with confidence and determination by my side. It teach me that I don't need to be worry because everything will be fine. This change me for the better by showing me that I can be tough through circumstances.
January 12, 2010 made me what I am today, alive, mature, and successful.