My Bagrut project
Hi, my name is Nastia, I am 18 years old.
I want to tell you my life story, it is very personal and emotional ,I don’t like to talk about it, but sometimes I feel I need to.
We probably won't meet each other anymore, and that what makes it easier to expose myself to you.
I was born In Ukraine in 1991 in to a loving family that went throw a lot of hardship.
Back then, food and electricity was luxuries, and raising a child at these conditions was an impossible mission. but I don’t remember any of this, I remember an happy childhood, and for that I will always be grade full to my parents.
In 1995 we immigrate to Israel, me my mom and my dad.
My dad worked really hard, he started as a waiter and end up as a brilliant high tech men.
He became my inspiration, he showed me what will and hard work can do.
I was an only child for 9 years, than my little brother Tim came to the word, and makes him a better place for me to live in.
2 years latter my mom was only 4.5 month pregnant when she gave birth to my sister Alisa.
The doctors said she had 10% chance to survive, and almost nun chance for her to be a healthy child. It broke my parents hurt.
I was 11 years old when I raise my little brother at home while my parents spend a year at the hospital watching my sister when she looked death right in to the eyes.
Now she is 6 years old, when you look at her, you can see a happy healthy girl, when I look at her I see a hero. Sometimes when she smiles, it is brings tears of joy in to my eyes.
An year ago my parents started a very ugly devours
, my live become unstable.
I saw things that I wish I won't see ever again.
When my dad moved to the U.S.A, I felt he gave up on me.
My mom was depress just when I needed her strength the most.
When I saw tears at my brother's eyes, I hated my parents so much.
Now, I am broken into pieces inside, I lost the desire to live, I become a cold person.
I hate my parents for that to.
A year ago, I wanted to be the best in everything I do:
The best friend, douther, student, person. I wanted marry my boyfriend, to have a successful carrier as a layer, to drive a nice car, to be independent.
Now all I want is to want something again.
It is like there is no meaning to anything, it is like I just want to make it through the day.
After a long period of time in which I just did nothing, now I want to fight to get back on trek.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.
My project is about the fear of death.
My research question is: why can't we except death as a part of the 'circle of life?'
As people we finding it really hard to deal with the thought about our one death or about our love ones death.
"Nothing is sure in life except death" , so if we know that it will come sooner or later why we try to think it won't?
I think it is because we don’t have an assurance that what lies beyond death is nothing to fear of. In my project I funded ways to deal with death, and the fear of dyeing.
(: Nastia, please finish your work so I can fix the mistakes and you can get 100 for the project. The project is like an exam or the Matkonet final grade. --Nellie Deutsch 11:54, 30 March 2009 (UTC) )