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When I Grow Up…<\/h2>\n

I never wanted to be a firewoman, can\u2019t remember growing up with a burning desire to put out fires\u2026<\/p>\n

Elusive memories dance within the deepest crevices of my mind. Sure, there was always something which stirred my desire, a shiny object calling to me, but I never felt any strings tugging my calling. I would say that I wanted to be an obstetrician when I grew up but this desire was merely a \u201cwant to be\u201d and nothing more.<\/p>\n

Often the paths which I chose in life were more a reaction than a calling. My fling with Women Wage Peace began as an honest desire to spark dialogue for change. When I found myself assigned\u00a0to telemarket the cause, I balked. Lost beyond my comfort zone, I sought a way out. Thus, I found myself signing up as part of the core group of marchers for the March of Hope. The March of Hope was organized by Women Wage Peace and led by Ulfat Haider and Hagit Lavi. By nature, a chameleon I\u2019m not. While I am consistent in my beliefs, often a move which is considered bold by others is merely my best option to remain within my comfort zone.<\/p>\n

No Dream of Mine…<\/h2>\n
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Nepal 13 April 24, 2017<\/a><\/h4>\n

Uploaded by Helene Gozani on 2017-04-24.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n