If we each embrace our story and know that we have grown, gained strength and endured... maybe we can feel as if we are accomplished writers of our own book (for some, novel). I definitely see a few Nobel Peace winners here! 😉

Be proud of your accomplishments. Let your survival fuel you further. I'm humbled by where others have been and am grateful that you share your stories. 😊

Be well ~
Rachel

So many people have asked me to write a book about my life, but I tell them that it would have to be anonymous because I don’t want my kids to know all about me.😁 I feel as though I have lived many lives. My father and I used to entertain the troops during WW II. I started to sing in four languages when I was 18 months old. You can teach a kid anything. I was the opening act and sang the Star Spangled Banner when some of the big bands came to town during WW II. Later in life, I sang professionally in California. But that is a tiny part of who I am. I had so many careers in my life. I was a nurse for a short time and then I went back to school and got a master’s degree in geophysics and worked for the government on top secret projects, I also designed and built custom furniture, had a business in art conservation and worked on Picasso’s drawings, sculptures from the Palace at Versailles, as well as many other painters, designed and made gowns and suits and my husband and I built a four story passive solar hillside house near the ocean in Monterey County, California. We did this on weekends for five years while we worked for the government on weekdays. Busy, busy life. I met a lot of interesting people along the way, particularly in the arts. I learned to play golf with a pro at Pebble Beach and that is where I played my very first game of golf. I played on those courses for 10 years until we moved to Palm Springs. I changed my life around and worked in a special floor at Desert Hospital for patients with AIDS. Those were the days when they all died. I had a lot of friends with AIDS and I lost over 50 of them. I cried a lot and became numb to life around me. It was a sad time. So you can see how my life changed over and over. Now I am stuck in my wheelchair, but I feel that I have experienced a lot of life and I have so many memories to look back upon.

Yes we are all a story or a book!