Tears were going down my cheeks as I remembered the not-to-talk-about party scene
Her name was Elisabeth, I was 23 when it happened ……When she was alive her only friends was Leo, a little dog who outlived her and I like to believe me too. Our relationship started on Dec. 3, 2009; I was 17 years old. She was sitting next to me on a flight to NY. She had difficulties opening a bottle of water, so I offered my help. I opened the bottle. She opened my heart and soul.
Before I knew it we were talking about my life. I was not the girl my parents planned for. I was wild. I was a flirt. I drank and smoked a little. Tears were going down my cheeks as I remembered the not-to-talk-about party scene. Yes, I was one of the hotter participants. It looked as if Elisabeth knew what I liked to talk about and couldn’t. She was in my head.
She grabbed my hand and said: Everyone in the world is just an ordinary person who slips, feels sad and lonely at times. Some people may think that acting “cool,” having a fancy car or a big title put them above the rest. Don’t be fooled by them. They have bigger doubts, fears and less hope; they draw their strange from other moment of confusion. I went to silent mode.
“Moment of Confusion” she said? That hit me strong. My action always started with a ‘Moment of Confusion’ and continued with ‘go with the flow’. I felt tears running down my cheeks. She squeezed my hand. I, at 17 years old, was holding hands with a strange older woman on a plane for more than an hour. I stayed silent. She asked the flight attendant for water and poured some in my plastic cup.
“Do you have kids?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “I was married to a verbally abusive man. I was worried that kids from him will be like him so I didn’t have kids. Precious kids like you define my mistake. I realized that I can forget and forgive the things I did or had been done against me, yet his horrible words are still with me.” Now I squeezed her hand. I connected with this woman. Before we parted, we exchanged emails.
I made a commitment to send Elisabeth an email every two weeks. Sad, happy or lonely, on Wednesday, every two weeks, I sent Elisabeth an email. Her replies were short and to the point.
• When I wrote about choosing a profession she wrote – Study is not a family. Studies are to support a family and develop the soul. Good luck. I chose to be a dental hygienist.
• On my 21st birthday, her email started with: Go-d gave you a gift: Life. Moving on, what you do with your life is your gift to humanity and Go-d.
• When I said I have no plans for my vocation. She replied – don’t wait to have “enough” money or until everything is “just right.” That never happens. Get a passport today. Experiencing different cultures will enrich your soul.
And one day the replies stopped. I was covered with cold wind. Afraid. With no address and no phone. I know arthritis in her hands prevented Elisabeth from writing easily. So I kept writing, not knowing if she is even alive. Until last October.
I was approved as a Beta tester for Gobiggi Connect. I sent emails using the mobile app. The email looks the same as if it came from my email box.
The App will send me an instant notification when my email is delivered and every time it was opened or clicked. I confirm my patients’ appointments using the app, when I meet new perspective patients and more.
On Wednesday Oct, 14 at 7:30 PM I sent Elisabeth an email telling her about the new dental clinic I had joined, my marriage plan and other personal stuff.
The first notification was: email delivered. At 9:16 I heard a notification sound. My email was opened.
Sweet cover my body. Elisabeth is alive. When I woke up I saw that my email was opened 4 times. I had tears in my eyes.
From that day until last week I sent a short email daily. It was amazing to know that Elisabeth opened the emails, some more than 7 times. Last week Elisabeth passed away and took with her a small part of my heart. She is a great contributor to who I am today.