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While I was attending university, I got married, and we had a child.

I was 23 years old and very healthy. While my pregnancy was normal and I didn’t have any warnings, my daughter was born post-term.

I recall being in a hospital room with other new mothers, holding their newborns, and wondering, “Am I a new mother…or not?”

I was not allowed to hold my newborn baby-girl….

Then the doctor came to me and said the most devastating words I’ve ever heard in my life…

“I’m very sorry, but we don’t think she’s going to make it, Her lungs are collapsing. There’s only a 1% chance your child will live.”

Everything went black…I fainted.
Life threw me one of the worst curveballs any mother can experience.

And so, I couldn’t hold my newborn, or even get close to her. She was moved to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) of the hospital.

They held her in a little glass box, and she was being fed through tubes and kept alive with a respirator.

She was only one day old when her health challenges started…

Over the next few days, her condition worsened. Even though the doctors had filled her with antibiotics, nothing was working.

I remember pleading to God and giving God my ultimatum… “Please, HELP! Please help my baby-girl get better! And if she doesn’t survive, I NEVER want to have children again!”

My husband and family were stunned.

Things got worse.

My baby was moved from the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) to the hospital for “infectious diseases” because, in addition to other problems, she also got Salmonella, then Sepsis….

She needed a complete blood transfusion asap.

When she was only ONE month old, the doctor called me and said that they got a Hepatitis B outbreak in the hospital, and if she gets it, it would certainly kill her.

And so, the doctor asked me if I would be willing to “request” that my baby gets released from the hospital and would sign legal documents stating that I would take full responsibility for her health, from this point forward. He had good intentions but needed to be released from any legal responsibility.

The doctor also mentioned that my daughter would likely have developmental disabilities…because of all the medication they had used in both hospitals, trying to keep her alive.

After hearing that, my father suggested that “Maybe it’s better if you let her go, and have another, “HEALTHY CHILD”? Because the truth is …you’ll NEVER be able to handle a disabled child!”

I remember screaming at the top of my lungs, “Watch Me!”

It was a deciding moment in my life.

I was only 23, still attending the university, and was really scared.

I had already decided that this would be my ONLY chance to have a child.

And this was her ONLY chance to LIVE!

So, with unwavering faith in my heart and newfound courage of a mama-bear, I took my tiny one-month-old baby home.

Knowing how traditional medicine had failed us, I decided to look for natural alternatives. Fortunately, I found a woman who taught me some natural remedies, and that’s what I used to save my daughter’s life.

What were the deciding moments in your life?

What was YOUR” WATCH ME!” story?

And what brainwashing (aka conditioning) did you receive in your PAST?

Was it “You’re not smart enough to be a millionaire”? OR maybe “You were not born to be wealthy…”?

There are doubters in almost every family. BUT I want you to remember YOUR “WATCH ME!” story and keep moving forward!!

To Your Health, Wealth, and Freedom!

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Going to the University was my escape plan from the constant negativity and emotional abuse I felt at home.

My plan was to go to school and never come back. EVER.

I had achieved top honors in high school and had decided to attend a top college in St Petersburg (now Russia), to become a physicist.

In the former USSR, the application process included your passport.

Even though my family did not practice the Jewish religion (ALL religions were prohibited in the country at that time), I was identified as Jewish in my passport.

The university advisors looked at my paperwork and passport and said: “This University is not the right place for you.”

Not only was I a woman, trying to be a physicist, but I was identified as a Jewish Woman trying to be a physicist – an unacceptable combination at the “Old School Communist Boys’ Club” University” and frankly, the entire country.

My friends and high school teachers told me to “Not Fight The System!”

But I pushed to make it happen.

I needed to pass one test to start the process of college enrollment. Normally, that test was given orally, and the answers were delivered on paper, but things would be different in my case.

The professor asked me the questions and had me do the math and answer the questions on a blackboard instead of paper.

Once the test was done, even though I had passed the exam with flying colors, the “specially trained” professor erased the board (destroying my work), and gave me an F grade.

I was stunned; it was like I’d been knocked down by a hammer.

For my entire life, I had believed that knowledge, hard work, passion, and dedication were all I needed.

Before that dismal day, despite my father, I always believed that I could do anything!

But my friends and teachers were right – I couldn’t fight “The System,” but maybe I could work around it.

And I did…kinda.

One year later, I was accepted to another prestigious university and began my Master’s level Physics’ study.

Unfortunately, the “Old School Communist Boys’ Network” still had a few surprises waiting for me.

I did great at the University and became an intern at the Academy of Science. In my final year of college, the Academy of Science sent a request to the University for me to work there after my graduation.

Knowing the “Old School Communist Boy’s Club” I told you about before – any guesses what happened??

The faculty of the University figuratively put a gun to my head.

They told me I had to sign a paper saying I did not want to take the Academy of Sciences offer, or I would have a lot of challenges in finishing my courses and ever graduating.

The message was clear – “Don’t play against us or ELSE!”

And so, my mentor at the Academy of Science gave me this advice:
“Learn English and get the hell out of this swamp!”

In the next story, I’ll tell you about another part of my life that was happening at the same time.

Have you ever had to deal with an Ultimatum?

Have you ever been put in the unfair position that was REALLY important for you?

Has the “Old Boys’ Club” shortened your career or imposed the glass ceiling on your career prospects?

To Your Health, Wealth, and Freedom!

P.S. Want to read other stories? Click HERE to download the “BECOMING: Stories About My Journey From Surviving To Thriving.”

I was born into a middle-class family. My family heritage is Jewish.

My mother was a librarian, and my father was a military officer in the Soviet Union Army.

I was the firstborn and had a sister five years younger than me.

One of my clearest early memories was when I was six years old…

It was the first time I remember getting a tap on the shoulder from my intuition about what I would later come to call “My Inner Compass.”

I remember thinking, “I want to become a physicist…because I want to know how the Universe works.”

For my entire life, I’ve been fascinated with how various “systems” work, and with understanding how they can work together to make amazing results.

My mother and father lived their lives conforming to everything, just like most people in the USSR.

Their life philosophies were to “NEVER stick your neck out” and “You should be happy with the “Status Quo.” No matter how bad, uncomfortable, or unfair, it may be…

My father was emotionally abusive and distant. I never had a father-daughter relationship with him. He was berating me frequently…no matter how well I did in school – he was constantly telling me:

“You’re not good enough to do that….”

“Why would you think you could do that?”

“You think you know things, but…you don’t!”

“You’re not capable of loving anyone, so how could anyone love you?”

“You’re on your own, and you are going to have to rely on yourself!”

In spite of my home life, at school, I tried to be the best at everything, hoping to get a kind word or a sliver of appreciation and love from my father.

But, no matter what I achieved, I was never good enough in his eyes!

From the time I was a child and all the way through my adulthood, marriage, and the birth of my daughter – I NEVER heard my father say, “I love you.” Or “You did a good job.”

When I decided to leave the USSR, where discrimination, antisemitism, and human rights violations were open government policies, where conformity and submission to the utopia of communism and Lenin / Marx doctrines were required studies in schools and colleges…my father stopped talking to me.

He couldn’t understand why I felt suffocating in the environment that felt “normal” to him…. 6 months after I left the country with my husband and daughter, my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer….

I spend years working on my unexpressed feelings toward him, healing my deep emotional wounds, forgiving what I could not forget.

Did you live in a family that didn’t support you? 

What are the subconscious lessons that came from your childhood?

How did your childhood experiences screw up your self-image, your beliefs about what’s possible for you, your relationships, and finances?

To Your Health, Wealth, and Freedom!

P.S. Want to read other stories? Click HERE to download the “BECOMING: Stories About My Journey From Surviving To Thriving”