It is December
26, 2000, and Iím standing outside of my sisterís home. The sun is
shining and the temps are in the upper 60ís. Iím thinking I could learn
to like this. I had just about totaled my car on black ice while
driving to work, and the winters in New York were getting too harsh for
me. I asked my sister to look for a small house for me, which she
did. I started making plans for retirement, leaving a job I loved,
told my children of my plans, and put my house up for sale. We mourn, we
grieve, we move on.
everything came to an abrupt halt. It is September 11, 2001. That day
everyone in New York had a life changing experience. I felt like I
was abandoning my fellow New Yorkers by leaving. I did not have a fear
of flying so soon after 9/11, but the trip is a hazy memory, like I was
sleep walking. I kept reminding myself, we mourn, we grieve, we move on.
I became a
local in November, 2001. I loved the sunshine everyday and I was
blessed with nice neighbors. After about six months or so being busy
setting up my new household, I decided it was time to extend myself
outside of my community and make new friends. I saw an article in the
newspaper about the Westside Newcomers Club and made a phone call. The
woman I spoke with gave me a few details and suggested I attend the
New Member Coffee held at the Rainbow Library. I remember being so nervous,
especially when I saw that each new member had to stand, introduce
herself, and give a little speech. After I gave my speech, I had women
applauding my courage and determination. I instantly realized that this
was another good choice I had made.
I am now an
Associate member of WNC. I try to be as active a member as I can be in
the Singles Group. I have met so many smart, talented and caring
women. They have given me support, guidance and friendship. For those
thinking of joining WNC, please donít let anxiety or shyness hold you
back. Remember we are all in this together. Life is not a rehearsal,
so make the most of it.