The World Behind The Flower Wall.
My parents separated when I was seven, my mom left my dad, my sister and I, it wasn't a surprise as they had been sleeping in different bedrooms for a while by the time she decided to move out. She bought a house not far from my dad's, a fifteen minute walk away, the house was big, it had a long driveway and a huge garden that surrounded it in a U shape. At the back of the house was the southern fence, which was made of a flower and plant wall, not like the northern fence which was concrete and menacing. That flower wall was shared with the neighbors to the south and we had cut a hole in it that went from our backyard to theirs; we were really good friends with them and it was way easier to use the hole in the fence than walk all the way around on the street.
How To Train A Hooman.
When I say that my dog saved my life, I mean exactly that! Growing up, I never had a pet, but my neighbors and some cousins did, and as far as I can remember I have always loved dogs. When I turned 30, I was living by myself, finally in a pet-friendly apartment and I decided it was time to find myself a companion. My life then was made of work, and a lot of partying, which was not just because I am an Extrovert! I wanted to be around people all the time so I did not have to be alone with my thoughts, alcohol was an almost everyday ritual, it was the only way I could fall asleep without having terrifying nightmares. Blacking out was the solution. I knew that having a dog would be hard and that I would need to change my lifestyle; I was on a slippery slope, leading nowhere good, and I knew that had to change.
From Refugees, to Entrepreneurs, to Innovators!
Like so many others, I immigrated to Canada looking for a better life, a safer life; we all come with dreams, hopes and an idea of what we want our lives to be. Some of us achieve those dreams, and a few of us become innovators who inspire and pave the way for future generations.
One afternoon I found a little black book at the bottom of the decorative chest adorning my living room; that is where I put all my random thing-a-mabobs, kind of like the dish that is in every household that contains loose change, pens that don’t work anymore and random batteries. I was actually looking for a new notebook hoping I still had a few unused ones, however that little black book looked different from my usual style. The scratches on the leather cover suggested it was used, but there was nothing written in it! Jackpot!!