Born a Little Early
My sister Irka and I didn’t arrive on August 25th as expected, but rather on May 25th… (maybe I was aiming for my husband). I weighed 1,800 grams, while my sister was luckier at 1,900 grams. Being such a tiny thing, I somehow managed to catch meningitis. I now sympathize with my parents; I can’t even imagine what they went through, especially since there was no talk of my chances of survival. They brought me home in August, signing a waiver… and as my mom says, I was saved by the 1980 Olympics—many new and effective medications were brought in for the athletes, and one of those saved my life… Perhaps that’s why I’ve always felt a connection to the world of sports! 🙂
But the amount of time we spent sick is terrifying to even think about. I often want to turn around and ask, “Who is this about?” But the sad fact remains. My sister and I aren’t afraid of any diet because we’ve been on one since childhood, constantly dealing with various ailments and restrictions. Fried, smoked, salted, and canned foods were completely foreign to us growing up! Strangely enough, Irka always seemed to suffer from illnesses in the most severe forms, with all possible complications and side effects, while I had milder cases. However, there’s no doubt that we both went through everything together. Sometimes, we even managed to drag our older sister into the mix (like, “Let’s all catch chickenpox together—it’ll be more fun!”).
By the time we turned 14, we developed a strong aversion to being seriously ill (especially since we sometimes caught rare illnesses that were one-off cases in the city!). That’s when our creative search for identity began in this complicated world. Fortunately, we had sessions with a psychologist at school during that time, which helped immensely! Analyzing things—especially at that age—is one of the best ways to find your path in life.
And that’s when I realized, I think the main thing is that your problems will never be resolved, or they will keep resurfacing, until you become a whole, complete person! As long as there’s a gap in you, something will latch onto you! But when you (it doesn’t matter how: through faith and spiritual strength, sports, or any techniques and practices that help you harmonize yourself, find inner peace, physical strength, and endurance—IT DOESN’T MATTER how!) become whole, you become closed off to such negative phenomena in your life! Oh… I’m so inspired writing this… but in reality, it’s something everyone knows; it’s just that some people make themselves whole and healthy, while others constantly complain and visit doctors.
And one more thing. Sadly, not everything depends on us (much is inherited, and some things we bring upon ourselves…). But there’s another way to change even the worst “inheritance” and rid ourselves of the heaviest illnesses—it’s all about HOW we think. Our thoughts and worldview can make a difference. It’s no secret that there’s an information field. Every cell carries its own information. I can’t even remember the last time I felt or thought of myself as sick. For many years now, I’ve held onto just one thought: “I am healthy!!!” I live and breathe this. And with all the positivity around me, I don’t even entertain the thought that something could be wrong with me! Some might call this “rose-colored glasses,” but I haven’t taken them off yet. In any critical situation, I see the reality of what’s happening; I don’t turn away from the truth—it’s a completely different thing. But, PEOPLE!!!!! IT WORKS!!!!
p.s. I think my enthusiasm might have even scared me a little… So please don’t judge too harshly! :))))