I met Rada in 1997 or 1998, when we participated in a 3-week Step by Step intensive training near Saint Petersburg, in Pushkin. We were so young. You instantly could notice her energy, outspokenness, sharp and critical mind, her drive for meaningful, essential, and long-lasting changes, her readiness to move mountains for a worthy purpose, if that is what it takes. Her stepping out of the box. And she never changed. She nurtured her soul and mind by nurturing the souls and minds of the people around her with high ambitions, assertiveness, strong values and beliefs, and love. She loved life no matter how harsh. Music and singing were her ways of expressing her love for life and people, the joy of sharing what matters – human feelings and connection. She wanted to make a difference and she succeeded, in so many lives of so many people of so many ages, just by being who she was. I was not among those who shared every day, or every week, or month, moments with her. Maybe I was seeing her once a year. So, I will keep believing that she is at home, and whenever it will be possible, we will meet, as it has always been.
I met Rada in 1997 or 1998, when we participated in a 3-week Step by Step intensive training near Saint Petersburg, in Pushkin. We were so young. You instantly could notice her energy, outspokenness, sharp and critical mind, her drive for meaningful, essential, and long-lasting changes, her readiness to move mountains for a worthy purpose, if that is what it takes. Her stepping out of the box. And she never changed. She nurtured her soul and mind by nurturing the souls and minds of the people around her with high ambitions, assertiveness, strong values and beliefs, and love. She loved life no matter how harsh. Music and singing were her ways of expressing her love for life and people, the joy of sharing what matters – human feelings and connection. She wanted to make a difference and she succeeded, in so many lives of so many people of so many ages, just by being who she was. I was not among those who shared every day, or every week, or month, moments with her. Maybe I was seeing her once a year. So, I will keep believing that she is at home, and whenever it will be possible, we will meet, as it has always been.
