Sara Bell

My name is Sara Bell. I was born on October 29, 1942. My journey begins on a picturesque farm in Argentina. As a little girl, I was enchanted by the wonders of nature—the vibrant colors around me, flowers swirling in the breeze, birds singing cheerful melodies, playful cats prowling, tiny mice scurrying, and ducks gliding gracefully across serene waters. The sky was my canvas, stretching endlessly and brimming with infinite possibilities. Even before I turned four, I vividly remember how alive the world felt, especially during the haunting time when a swarm of locusts descended upon the fields, leaving behind barren crops. Despite these challenges, my heart always remained rooted in that magical place.

But life took unexpected turns, leading me to Buenos Aires, where I moved in with family. At the tender age of nine, I faced an unimaginable loss—the passing of my beloved mother. This seismic shift plunged me into a darkness of grief that lingered like a shadow. Yet, amid the heartache, destiny intervened when I met Gedalia at sixteen. He became my anchor, the love of my life, my unwavering supporter. With every word of encouragement, he infused me with strength, whispering, “You can do it,” allowing hope to bloom where despair had taken root.

In a beautiful twist of fate, my life transformed. The joy of motherhood wrapped around me like a warm embrace, far surpassing the lessons I learned in university as a social worker and a nanny in kindergarten. Motherhood was breathtaking—it reshaped me into a person I never thought I could become. I owe a deep gratitude to God for the wonderful opportunity to rewrite my life story through love and family.

Yet, fate dealt another cruel hand when I lost my beloved Gedalia. In the wake of that heart-wrenching moment, I found a renewed purpose. I resolved to move forward, to grow, and to embody strength for our children and grandchildren. I immersed myself in music, learning to play the electric keyboard, and rediscovered the joy of drawing. For me, drawing is a spiritual outpouring, an expression that transcends mere technique. Each blank canvas invites excitement; it’s a journey into the unknown, a dance with colors that reflect my deepest emotions.

With every stroke, I strive to convey a powerful message: life is beautiful, filled with goodness and grace, just waiting to be uncovered. My love for nature—flowers, birds, and my fellow human beings—blooms with each passing day. I find it easy to connect with others; I believe people can sense the compassion I hold for them, the love that fuels my spirit. In this vast tapestry of life, I am forever searching for beauty, reminding both myself and the world that it is always within reach.