One day, I will write a book. Inspiring.
About people who have wonderfully changed their own lives and the lives of those around them. People who have found strength within themselves and risen after fateful blows.
Each of us has such a story.
This is mine. A sketch. Outline. I am still searching for the right words.
I was born into an ordinary family. My parents were hardworking – my father was a railroad engineer, and my mother was a seamstress. My father passed away when I was 3, and my mother was expecting my brother at the time. I don’t remember my father, only the poignant feeling of emptiness.