Mine is from many many years ago when I was a student pilot. I was 14 I think at the time. I had about 15ish hours done and getting close to soloing for the first time but still had a few hours and more landings to practice. I was doing some basics and getting ready to come back with my instructor to practice some touch and go's for a bit. Coming back through we had to pass through DTW's bravo airspace (means need permission to go through it). A few min before I was about to call for permission, my instructor got really quiet. I looked over at him and he looked really bad. I thought he was going to puke so looking for a bag. But then I notice he isn't breathing. I figure out where I am at and call up DTW approach. Declare a medical emergency and that my instructor was not breathing. I also told them I am a student and never landed on my own before, and never in a large airport. Detroit approach was amazing at helping me. They gave me an option for DTW or Willow but Willow would have added a good 5-10 min since i was coming in from the SE. Opted for DTW and they were great at giving me vectors while also getting the big jets out of the way. I remember hearing them tell several planes to go around and several more into a hold. Anyway, did my approach and made the most butter smooth landing I have ever made in my life (even till this day). Ambulance was right there on the taxi waiting for me. Turns out my instructor who was only 25 had a heart attack. He ended up being ok. All in all from first call to him in the ambulance was less than 10 min thanks to ATC and DTW tower.

My ex was having an affair and told me less than a month before the wedding after lying about invitations, vendors, etc. She then gaslit me into saying it was me before finally confessing to the affair once I found evidence at our house.

It was for the best. I'm now happily married to a normal, stable woman and have a family.

I do wish ill upon my ex and hope she has a [bad] life still, though.

Ooof. This one hits close to home.

We met while hiking across America. Both of us were hiking from Mexico to Canada that summer, and met a few hundred miles into our hike. Spent the next 1,500 miles and four years together.

Eleven days before our wedding she claimed to have a "spiritual awakening" that led her to change her mind. She canceled everything. We had already put down deposits and paid for everything. The travel, the venue, the... everything. Both our families had purchased tickets to fly out to Colorado where the wedding was planned.

It led me into the worst chapter of my life. Shortly after I ended up moving out into my car. I was still in love with her. She was my entire world and I thought she was the one I'd spend my life with. It left me devastated, but it was like a light had just flipped in her head and she decided she was no longer in love. We tried living together for a while, but it was the most painful experience of my life. She just completely flipped and saw me as nothing more than a roommate. It destroyed me. And that's why I had to leave the home we shared.

I thought I might have to change cities. She was still close with all our shared friends and I suddenly found myself completely alone. I couldn't attend social gatherings without seeing her and watching her date the friends we used to share. Even writing about it now, years later is hard.

I ended up living out of my car and in my work office for about six months before finding a place for my own. But even that gave me pain. I'd still see her in town more often than I could believe. And every time I saw her it led me into another downward spiral.

Eventually I made the decision to physically leave our shared town for my own mental health. I left and went back to doing what we were doing before we met. I left this last summer to hike the Appalachian Trail and try to find peace within myself again.

In what would have been our second wedding anniversary I woke up with a hang over from drinking the night before and decided I needed to do something for myself. I quit drinking that day. For good. I made our anniversary into the day that I became sober.

Life has still been a big struggle for me since then, but sometimes I feel like I'm making progress.

Literally just last night I dreamed that we were meeting again. I still have those dreams often.

That event, and her "spiritual awakening" have been the most detrimental experiences of my adult life.

Common knowledge isn't that common.

Low(er) in calories does not mean it's healthy or better for you.

When I became a wheelchair user, I thought “wheelchairs don’t do stairs” was common knowledge. So imagine my shock when I started coming across people who thought 3-5 steps would still be considered “wheelchair accessible.”

This is why we need to be super specific when asking if a place is wheelchair accessible. We need to ask if there is step-free access. “Oh yeah, we are wheelchair accessible, there are just one or two steps” isn’t an acceptable answer.

Tell people you love them. Ask them questions about their life. Listen to their stories. Connect, even when it's hard, even when you're a teenager who thinks 'they know better'. Cause someday you wake up and you have a hundred questions you wish you asked them before they were gone and a hundred things you should have told them while they were here.

No one will like me until I like myself.

Just cause you're kind to someone doesn't mean they'll be kind to you.

That time is the only non-replenishable resource. You can make more money, you can find new friends and relationships, but if you waste years of your life not living the way you want to live, those years are gone forever.

You cannot help another person, if they are not ready to receive help.

That I'm smarter than everyone said I was. When I was little I was diagnosed with aspergers syndrome and immediately placed in special ed classes. My parents thought I couldnt do homework so for about 10 years they did 90% of all my homework. Around my junior or senior year of high school I decided I want to try and do my own work to see if I could. I passed with all C's. After graduating I tried to enter the military but because of my diagnosis I was told I couldn't. I decided after that to try community college. I struggled at first but learned for to properly study and use time management and passed school with a degree in CADD with a 2.6 GPA. Looked for a job, but ended up working at a factory where I gained confidence in myself and enrolled at a university. Currently I am 24 and a college softmore with a 3.2GPA and tons of student loan debt. Not a day goes by that I don't think about where I would be if i had just done my own work in school.

Smoking that first cigarette was a bad choice.