What is the worst moment of your life?

I haven't lost a parent yet, so I have it good.

I can't remember the worst moment of my life either, luckily for me... I went flying over my handlebars while riding my bike one day and ended up hitting the pavement below face-first. Got a slight brain hemorrhage and woke up many hours later in the hospital.

Due to all the shock the last thing I remember was being on my bike with nothing being wrong.. So I can't remember what happened at all and likely never will. Half my face was bloody, I had stiches in a couple places, and I didn't know where I was when I woke up.. Ended up being out of work for a month, and when I came back I could only do half-days and almost got fired over the whole ordeal... Took me a while to get back to my normal mental capacity.. It felt like somebody had rebooted my brain and all the systems took 2 months or so to fully get loaded. It was weird - after an extended period of mental concentration, I'd get tired, and I'd need to sleep. That's why I couldn't do full days of work - I was a programmer/database/web guy and used my brain quite a bit to solve problems..

Anyway, other than that I've had my heart broken before, but those weren't moments but rather extended periods of pain and suffering
 
I have lost my father, but that wasn't the worst moment in my life. I did love my father, but I never cried when he died, and I still haven't cried. Maybe something is wrong with me.
 
How can you all so calmly reveal the most intimate heartbreaking moments of your life?
It's not as easy as you make it out to be, for a lot of people, and I'm sure including some of those who posted in this thread.
 
No way I feel comfortable revealing such details about myself. How can you all so calmly reveal the most intimate heartbreaking moments of your life?

Sometimes confession is good for the soul.
 
No way I feel comfortable revealing such details about myself. How can you all so calmly reveal the most intimate heartbreaking moments of your life?

Because it's not a source of weakness nor shame.
 
Vulnerability is good. I have been vulnerable with my lady friend, and she amazingly still respects me after I revealed such things to her.

But you guys aren't her, and can't reward me in the same ways. :)

And then there's this revealing personal details on the internet thing that can possibility identify who I am.
 
In 2006, we had to put our dog down. Now a few months earlier, my grandmother passed away from cancer, but I didn't cry; I just felt numb. When we put Shadow down though, I fell apart. I'm still not ready for another dog yet as I can't go through that again.
 
Okay that last post reminds me of my worst moment in my life. I don't mind revealing this about myself.

When I put my dog down. This was the first dog that was truly my own (not my parents or whatever), and she was my companion too. And got me through many years alone without friends or whatnot. Yes I cried when I put my dog down, but not when my father died. What does that make me?

And I did cry, I really couldn't stop crying. It was a leukemia type cancer. I would have no problem spending nearly any amount of money if I could cure my dog, but the treatment wouldn't cure her, only prolong her for a few more months. So I opted to not do the treatment and put her down once her health started to deteriorate.

It's been the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life.
 
Seeing that moment where that cheating **** Maradona handballed the ball into the goal, crushing the hopes and dreams of the England squad henseforth :aargh:
 
I have lost my father, but that wasn't the worst moment in my life. I did love my father, but I never cried when he died, and I still haven't cried. Maybe something is wrong with me.

I didn't cry when my dad died either. People are different. People react to sorrow in different ways. Theres no right or wrong way.
 
It took me about a week after my grandma (dad's side) passed away from cancer in 2009 for me to cry. She was pretty much my best friend my whole life, but my cry didn't last as long as it probably should have. :undecide:
 
Okay that last post reminds me of my worst moment in my life. I don't mind revealing this about myself.

When I put my dog down. This was the first dog that was truly my own (not my parents or whatever), and she was my companion too. And got me through many years alone without friends or whatnot. Yes I cried when I put my dog down, but not when my father died. What does that make me?

And I did cry, I really couldn't stop crying. It was a leukemia type cancer. I would have no problem spending nearly any amount of money if I could cure my dog, but the treatment wouldn't cure her, only prolong her for a few more months. So I opted to not do the treatment and put her down once her health started to deteriorate.

It's been the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life.

I would have done the same thing. I might cry when my dad dies- if it's unexpected, I will, but if it's a death from natural causes after a long life, I might not. When my dog dies, though, I don't know what I'll do. I love dogs so much- they're devoted, friendly, loving, always eager to help, generally innocent, and always there. You can usually talk to dying people, understand each other, help each other along- but a dog?

I don't know, maybe I'm just strange that way. Maybe I like dogs more than people. I don't know. But Disgustipated, crying for putting down your dog but not for your father is nothing to be ashamed of. Just because you don't cry for someone doesn't mean you are cold and heartless.
 
I think his was "mild" if you could ever call such a problem mild.

I suppose you could, when I was first diagnosed we went to a chiropractor and he said it wouldn't get bad (and he was obviously wrong :lol:)... Though I still do have back pains when I do exercise, and stand for long time periods.
 
Although I should say the main reason I cried for my dog, and not my dad is my dog was a huge part of my life. She was with me every moment I wasn't at work just about.

Where as my dad was not a part of my life since I was 14, aside from the occasional visit.
 
Disgustipated, there is no right or wrong way to feel or express grief. How you feel is how you feel, and only you know for sure how it is for YOU. Something that helps me get through the times when the grief comes back for the pets I've lost over the years is the Rainbow Bridge Poem.

It's never wrong to cry for a pet.
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Strewth! That poem is just a tad mawkish.

Still, I sympathize with anyone's sorrow, however expressed or felt. It's a fact of life that everyone experiences. And if you couldn't feel the sorrow you wouldn't feel the joy either. Or so I'm told.
 
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