Sink or Swim: A Survival Story
By Tammy Levent
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Only Through Extreme Pressure and Stress Does Coal Become a Diamond.
The life story of Tammy Levent shows that only through extreme pressures and stresses can you truly turn a life into a diamond. Tammy has overcome trials and sorrows that would break most people, yet she turns each one into a catalyst to create something even better. She shows that no matter what happens, no matter how horrible of a curve life can throw your way; there is always a silver lining that can be turned into something wonderful. Her inspiring story will help anyone to build on their setbacks and create a life that truly is a diamond to behold.
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Sink or Swim - Tammy Levent
PART 1: ROLE MODELS
When I was just a toddler, maybe two or three years old, my parents would host weekly parties on their yacht, aptly named the Sea Orgy, in New York. While other parents might have hired a babysitter, mine would tie me on the end of a rope and throw me into the water to swim by the side of the boat. My choices were sink or swim, and somehow I always bobbed to the surface, smiling.
I was born in 1962. My birth name is Stamatia Kavourakis of the Greek side of Jamaica, Queens in New York. Stamatia was my paternal grandmother’s name. This is the name everyone knew me by as I was growing up until I changed my name to the name I have today- Tammy Levent. More on that later in this story. The people that lived in our neighborhood were all Greek and Italian immigrants.
Adults: My grandfather, mother & on the bottom kneeling my grandmother
My grandparents pretty much raised me because my parents left the house at four o’clock in the morning every day to work in our family restaurant located in the heart of Manhattan. Much of who I am today comes directly from Yiayia’s strength and kindness, characteristics she honed through war and deprivation. (For those of you who don’t know Yiayia means grandmother in Greek.)
My mother Kay was born in Thesaloniki, Greece in 1936. Her father, Panagiotis Gavokostas was drafted in the army in 1938 when she was just 2 years old. My YiaYia Evlambia was pregnant at the time. Sadly, my grandfather was killed in action in the Albanian war in 1939. YiaYia gave birth to a baby boy she named Kosta that same year. World War 2 started in Greece the following year and the lack of food took Kosta from her at the age of two. By the ripe old age of 22, my YiaYia had lost her husband and son, and felt her dreams and future were destroyed by war.
YiaYia Evlambia was a Red Cross nurse and after the loss of her husband many people tried to encourage her to get married again. Her nephew encouraged her to meet, and marry, a man named Vangelis who had fought in the war too and came back with a wounded leg. My grandfather stayed in the hospital the entire time from ongoing complications with a leg wound. Doctors amputated the leg, but the remaining tissue kept getting gangrene, so they kept cutting more and more. By the end of those two years, my grandparents had come to depend on each other, bonded by loss.
My grandfather was an andartes (a guerrilla fighter). He and my YiaYia married in the March of 1946, but just days after the wedding he was thrown in jail for being an andartes and was accused of being a communist. After his release, he told YiaYia that he was actually born in the United States and that he was a Greek-American. So, the American Embassy helped my grandparents and mom come to America. When they arrived via Ellis Island, they moved to Harlem. I grew up with my grandmother telling me stories of how she’d save her nickel for the bus every day and walk miles to and from work to buy her small family food.
YiaYia was a lady with priorities. Years later, she would buy her first house in Queens, and then her second home in Florida, with cash. From her, I learned to be frugal and wise with money, but generous to those who had less. From my grandfather, I learned kindness and how to let things go.
My grandfather owned a hotdog truck which he’d take into the ghetto of New York every day of the week. I was allowed to go with him on the weekends and after school, which was always a special treat because my grandfather seemed to know everybody. In one of these neighborhoods, his regular customer
was a little girl just a little older than I was, maybe seven or eight years old, who was black and blind. He would always give her free hot dogs. One weekend, I asked if I could go play with her, and my grandfather said Of course!
. I walked with her back to her apartment; with her confidently tapping her stick from side to side on the pavement, knowing the way by heart. But when we walked through her front door and she introduced me, her mother started screaming at her that she couldn’t keep getting free hotdogs because she was blind. To this day, I remember every word that mother screamed at her daughter: You have to work for everything you have. No handouts just because you’re blind!
. I believe my grandfather gave her those hotdogs because he was handicapped himself.
My grandparents’ home was a refuge, not just for me and my grandfather, but for homeless people YiaYia would find on the street or from church. She had a huge heart, taking in strangers, feeding them, and letting them live in the attic or the basement. YiaYia had done the same in the war and saw no reason to stop in New York. I remember one man, Alex, a schizophrenic who lived in the basement, collected screws. I remember sitting there and sorting screws with him for hours. Another man she brought into the house was a quadriplegic that had lost both arms and both legs, and she worked extra shifts to buy him prosthetics while he lived in a large closet off the dining room. Years later, when I traveled to Greece as an adult in 1998, I went to his village to find out what happened to him. I met him at his tiny newsstand, and when he recognized me, he told me that if it hadn’t been for my grandmother, he wouldn’t have a life, much less his own small business.
As I helped YiaYia prepare traditional Greek meals, pungent with garlic and oregano, for the house my grandmother told me I could do anything, be anything – all in Greek because she didn’t speak a word of English. She was strict and rigid, always to the point and brutally honest, but true to heart- all of the characteristics she had I find in