Here I am, nearly four decades old. I look at my life and realize that it is so different than I ever imagined. At this age I expected to be married, have at least two children, and work in the computer industry. I might of even been able to pursue my art career. So far none of these things have come to true. They say: Man plans and God laughs. I would like to share my story with you. I am not looking for pity. I just want to tell it the way it is.
My life began in a small settlement in the in the clear, green Galilee. I had an ordinary childhood. I played with my friends, and got into the occasional fight. I was an avid reader and spent many hours in my room pouring over books.
In high school I developed a liking for art. I spent all three years developing my artistic skills and knowledge. There was something so relaxing about concentrating on a painting with the top ten hits playing in the background. I put in all my effort in the last year of school hoping that my grades would help me get into a good university.
I graduated from high school and continued on to the army. I got accepted to work in Intelligence. My job was quite simple. I had to compile conversations that were translated in to documents and file them. Then, one day, I accidentally discovered some amazingly important information. I cannot give any details for I am sworn to secrecy by the Israeli government and army. I can only tell you that a catastrophic event which might have been fatal to many people was stopped that day.
I finished serving in the army decided to take a trip with a few of my closest friends. We traveled around the world trying to find the most exotic and mysterious places. Towards the end of the two months we split up. My boyfriend and I decided that the last place we wanted to go was Sinai. We spent a glorious week there. On the last night we got lost on the way back to the inn we were staying at. We were driving back in the dark when suddenly a car came out of nowhere. The last thing I remember is the sound of tires screeching and bright lights.
I woke up in the hospital. My world came crashing down when I found out the my boyfriend had been killed and that I lost all use of my legs. The months that followed were a blur. I had to deal with grief and learning to get around in the wheelchair.
I became a bitter person. I used to snap at people who would accidental make comments about walking and such. My family was extremely supportive but even they were getting sick of my attitude.
Eventually I met a man who made me feel comfortable despite my handicap. We dated three years and decided to get married and move to the U.S.A. I applied at an agency that helps locate jobs for handicapped and got a job as a telemarketer.
We stayed married for five years but the relationship was strained. When I first met him I was very dependent but I became more and more independent. We eventually divorced and I moved close to my where my cousin lived.
I decided that I would makeover my entire life. I changed my look, and started going to the community college so I could finally get my degree. I even started to get interested in religion again, which was a thing of little importance to me since my childhood.
That’s where I am today, at the crossroads of my life. My mantra now is: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”