My Sincere Sharings

By Nina Chur

Greetings, my reader!

Thank you for stopping and looking at my book.

Looking back at my life, I feel I have a lot to share. Possibly, someone will benefit from reading my stories. Most of my stories I wrote within the last five years. Some of them are about my life while some reflect my feelings or thoughts. From some stories, you can learn about life in a different countryUkraine (the former Soviet Union). I was born and grew up over there.

You can read this book in any order. Only, sometimes, you would get better understanding by reading in suggested sequence.

Thanks, and I hope you enjoy reading.

Nina Chur

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524615871

Nina Chur

Nina Chur was born in 1954 in Kiev, Ukraine (formerly of the Soviet Union). She graduated in 1980 from the University of Printing Industry with a master’s degree in mechanical engineering. In 1990, Nina immigrated to the United States with her son and husband. She worked as a mechanical designer for thirty-five years in many different companies in Ukraine and then in the Chicago area. In the last twelve years, she worked in research and development in high-energy physics area. Science, art, and spirituality go together. Nina always had an interest in different forms of art. Six years ago, life took her on a different journey. She started writing and painting. Also, she expanded her knowledge in psychology and spirituality and shares them with others. She had some of her stories in the book published with other writers from her writing club, and this is the first edition of her memoir.

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MY SINCERE

SHARINGS

NINA CHUR

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Published by AuthorHouse   08/22/2016

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Contents

Why Do I Want To Write Memoir

The Violin

The Beginning

The Beginning

My Parents

My Love For My Brother

My Favorite Childhood Memory

Someone Who Impacted My Life and How

My Home is My Castle

One Memory About One Person

Music in My Life

Beginning Of New Year Means…

My Serious Thoughts and Not So Serious

My Philosophy and My Beliefs

My Spirituality

I Am Who I Am

About our Society and War– Just a Thought

If I Could Talk To Someone I Never Met

The Most Significant Lesson I Learned From My Childhood Memories

Lisa’s Story: Lesson to Learn

I Wish I Practice What I Preach

Little Oak Monolog

Look At Me Now

I Am a Photographer, Painter and Writer

One of the Most Remarkable Things I Have Done

Connection to My Paintings

Look At Me Now

As I Age

Dealing with Difficulties

My New Hair Color

The War I Will Never Forget

Coincidence

Year 2015

As I Age I Understand: There Is More To Learn

Growing Older

My Life, As I See It, Is a Never-Ending Story

My Rules for Living a Good Life

I Forgive You, My Dear Ex-Husband

Letter To My Son

What Advice Would Your Older Self

Give Your Younger Self?

Short Stories

I Need To Live and Learn That

If I Had Granted One Wish At This Time,

What I Would Wish For?

Imagine

Questions That Mothers Ask

Life Is A Temporary Assignment

If It Hadn’t Been For My Son I Would Never Turn To

Be Brave Enough To Speak In Public In English.

I Will Always Regret

If It Hadn’t Been For My Brother I Wouldn’t Turn To

Be A Bad Mother.

Take a Picture of Me As I Really Am

Talking With Strangers

How Would I Like People to Remember Me

A Valentine to Myself

About the Author

WHY DO I WANT TO WRITE MEMOIR

I didn’t plan on writing my memoirs, but I wanted to write a book for a long time. Since I was very young I was told that my life stories where interesting; and at school when I put effort my writings where good.

I was journaling, I wrote some stories, which could be interesting for a future book, but it was never right time to organize it.

Besides the fact that I didn’t have time for writing, I didn’t think that I was capable of writing by myself in English, not yet. I guess it was a reason for that— some stories I wanted to write would be joking about men. But seriously, my writing is my silent voice— many times I see so many contradictions (let’s say stuff on TV)—I cannot say anything out loud, but I can write about it. It really bothers me when they talk about healthy eating and obesity and next moment show a commercial about Pepsi or how to make icing on a cake (that will be a topic for another story).

I would like to put in writing my belief that the world we live in is not separated from the spiritual world. I don’t believe that we are here in one place and they (spiritual beings) are overthere, in another place. They are all around us, inside us, we are living in it and divine law works through us. So, by knowing that and living accordingly, people would stop allowing contradictions to rule their lives.

This time of my life I am learning to go with a flow: God might plan better for me than what I planned myself. There was a writing class in my township and I decided to take this opportunity. I’ve never had a formal training in the writing. I like this class; it keeps me organized and focused.

I felt I have something important to share with others, so, they can benefit from my experiences.

Maybe one day someone will read my memoirs and feel related to what I wrote and find comfort for themselves or maybe there will be a thought, which will take someone in a different direction, or maybe just understanding about others life.

That someone could be my son or someone else from my relatives. They might see things differently from my perspective; maybe they will learn something for themselves.

Also when I write it helps me to release on paper what bothers me, and by putting down this energy (because when we write our energy goes on a paper) I feel better, easier, liberated.

Maybe no one will ever find it or will not find it interesting enough to read. Then there will be stories for myself.

These stories were written in different times within last four years. In some cases the sequences of stories will help to understand the situations better, however, the stories can be read in any order. Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading.

THE VIOLIN

10/19/2014

Part 1 My Father died

My brother called me Wednesday morning and said that. My father was 88, he was sick for a while, however there were few times when he was very sick, but he survived, this time is was over and it was unexpected, at least for me.

We live in United States and my father lived in Ukraine. I said to my brother: What do we do? He said: I don’t know. I said: We should go there to give final respect to our father, not to regret later that we didn’t do it. Since I was not in a good physical health I said to my brother Pasha: If you go I’ll go too, because this trip would be too hard for me alone and I didn’t know if I could make it by myself going through all security systems, making connecting flights with my pacemaker and other difficulties I had.

We decided to go next day Thursday. I had one day to pack, buy ticket, figure out how to take care of my cat when I am away and find out what funeral arrangement was.

My brother Pasha learned about our father death from his friend in Ukraine, who received a phone call from my father’s wife. She, Zina, is 10 years younger than my father, physically in a good shape, but she cannot make right arrangement for different reasons (story is not about her) so Pasha’s friend Ivan got involved. Also there was Pasha’s brother in law Peter who had very close relationship with his sister Rita – my brother’s Pasha wife.

So, Ivan and Peter were making all arrangements, Zina had to pay. Since she had difficulty to part with her money, even though I told her over the phone that I will pay her back, she didn’t pay for embalming the body, time was missed and funeral had to be arranged shortly. Besides they had problem finding documents. They were looking to put his body next to his parents (that would involve breaking the monument), have him buried on different cemetery, and even cremate him.

I knew that my father bought himself a spot on that cemetery, so I wanted to fulfill his wish. That is all I can do for my father, he didn’t need anything else anymore, but final respect during funeral process was important for him.

I had difficulty passing this message. My brother Pasha was willing to go with whatever: What if we cannot do that? Then will see—I replied—But we had to try.

Then I had problem in airport, they