Edward Cohen:
CLASS OF 1976
Miami Carol City High SchoolClass of 1976
Opa locka, FL
University Private SchoolClass of 1985
Davie, FL
American High SchoolClass of 1983
Hialeah, FL
Parkway Middle SchoolClass of 1973
Opa locka, FL
Crestview Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Opa locka, FL
Edward's Story
UPDATE, we moved from India to Encinitas California and now have our own consulting firm: Nelson Cohen Global Consulting check it out. And have written 2 book, Leadership Without Borders and Riding the Tiger: Leading Through Learning in Turbulent Times
GREETINGS from Hyderabad, India where we are now living. Married to Priscilla since 1989. Two children (MacKenzie, 20 and Jennifer, 32) and a granddaughter, Britt who is 10. Jennifer and JJ (her husband) added Leo to our family on Nov 30, 2006. Oh and we have a Schnoodle named Jasper.
The PAST: For most who might read this, you will either not remember me or maybe remember me as a quiet, possibly even aloof person. But, there is always a story behind what is seen, so here is mine.
My mother (Bernice) and father (Jerry) met, fell in love; and, got married in the 1940's. They were excited about life and the journey that lied ahead of them. Two years later, they had their first child. They opened a small grocery store and worked together to make it a success. My Dad was very unhappy. He drank to ease his pain. After losing the store, Dad went to work for Northwest Airlines and Mom worked in a typing pool. Years pass. They had two more children, my sister Diane and me. Life settled down, taking on a sort of rhythm, as they raise their family. One day Dad showed up to work drunk and was sacked from his job.
Things got worse. Dad drank more, gambled everything, had affairs and us all emotionally and physically. Yet, to most who knew us our family, everything seemed normal. We never spoke of the screaming, the beatings the abuse, the constant fear.
My Dad spent his days drinking from the bottle of whiskey next to his bed and spent nights with body wrenching hangovers. Mom spent her days taking care of us, making small amounts of money by conducting phone surveys. She swallowed her pride and she stands in line for welfare and food stamps. She spent her nights nursing Dad's hangovers and taking his taunts and physical blows.
A few years later, Dad had an affair with his best friend's wife (I was in 8th grade then) and my parents ...Expand for more
were divorced. Leaving us behind, he went off with his new wife. There was no happy-ending for him though. In 1975, he put an end to the misery and pain by committing suicide. This was my senior year at Carol City. I told everyone he was shot in a robbery because I was so embarrassed.
Meanwhile, my Mom with two kids at home with emotional and physical wounds from many years of abuse had to do something. She found the strength to pull herself up, she sought guidance and counseling for us and she tried to make up for the years of horror. She enrolled at the college and took me with her. That's how I was able to graduate a year early.
My Mom loved us, I knew that, but still I was so angry about what had happened and blamed her for not protecting us. She encouraged me to look forward and not back. She told me to build my life for me and not to remain a prisoner of my past. Something we all know is easier said than done.
I went to University of Florida and really found myself, my freedom, and some really great friends. After that I worked as an accountant then a teacher, in of all places, Carol City Jr High, then two great years at University School where I taught math and computers. After that, I moved into corporate learning and have been there since.
A quarter century later, at 72, Mom retired and moved to Virginia to be near us. Five years later, she had a stroke. I spent every day with her, taking leave from work for six weeks. There were few words spoken. We would lie together, holding hands. She would open her eyes; smile, and hug me. She whispered our childhood prayer to me, ÃÂGoodnight, sleep tight; wake up bright, to do whatÃÂs right, before the night.ÃÂ
On March 3, 2003, the sun rose, its light shining through the window. Her breath faint, her journey nearing; surrounded by family, the angels arrived; a final breath and I watched her soul soar to heaven. The next day, her three children, their spouses, thirteen grandchildren and great grandchild laid her to rest.
I share this and say, my life is not perfect, far from it. I am "alive." I am blessed. I am here.
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