But there are other moments when you find yourself suddenly taking responsibility for who you are. Whether it's signing for a mortgage or a marriage or getting out of a mortgage or a marriage, standing up for yourself or giving in to yourself, growing up can be scary and lonely or exciting and invigorating. Often it's all of the above.
Here, five women from across Canada share their pivotal moments.
After all, driving a bus was a long way from her first career. At just 19 years old, Alblas had become a stripper. She spent six years disrobing in dingy clubs, until one evening when she stared through stage lights at the men watching and thought: I hate all of you. She quit that night and soon decided to go back to school. Smart and ambitious, she worked her way to graduate school at the University of British Columbia where she received a scholarship to study bird physiology. But then her boyfriend—a pilot—was killed in a crash, her beloved dog died and Alblas's life disintegrated. "I went into a dark place," she says. "I realized I was bitterly unhappy." Not only had she lost her partner, but she was experimenting on animals even though she loved them.
Alblas found her new life and sense of well-being only after her car broke down. Chatting with the drivers while taking the bus, she found out that many of them had been doing their job for 20 or even 30 years. She deduced that bus driving must be a pretty enjoyable occupation and decided to find out for herself. Now 40 years old, Alblas lives with two dogs, two cats and her new partner in Richmond, B.C. "I couldn't be happier," she says, even though she has to get up at 3:45 a.m. for work each weekday. "And, no, I am not a morning person, but I never let my passengers know that."
But once admitted, she slipped into the hospital washroom to look. Her nose was broken, her face swollen, her eyes red with blood and she'd lost eight teeth. "I looked like a monster," she says. And at that moment, she remembered.
It had happened back in Iran. A boy her age had smiled at her. He had no teeth and she had mocked him, even when she saw how sad she had made him. "[Looking] I thought I would never be pretty again but I was so upset about [the] what I did to that boy, I couldn't think of anything else," she recalls.
Over the next year, Abrouie waited for a set of false teeth and had to endure her own classmates' taunts. "I got the same expression I had given." Becoming terribly self-conscious, she refused to say a word at school, often hiding her face behind her hands. But then she won top prize in her English class and changed her attitude.
Now 19 and at university, she wants to become a doctor and help others, just as she was once helped. Then she will return to Iran. "I hope I can make a difference."
Her moment of reckoning arrived while she was working for the Annapolis Valley Regional School Board. It was the day of an important meeting. She'd lost so much weight a safety pin was holding up her pants; in the bathroom her hair fell out in clumps when she ran a comb through it. Worst of all, she was too tired to comprehend the day's discussion. "I couldn't do it," she says. "I was embarrassed for myself."
Montgomery took a leave of absence and retreated to the farmhouse she shares with her husband. But she wasn't about to go from this life quietly. So, she bought a dizzying array of wigs and flashy bandanas. "I'm breaking out at 60. Who cares what I do? It's my body and my life."
Montgomery has also embraced Catholicism, started a book club and joined a sewing circle. "I don't sew worth a damn," she says, "but the talk is wonderful." Lately, some of her friends have been feeling old, which got her thinking. Now, she's getting her belly button pierced.
It was time to leave the job she loved with the Toronto Disaster Relief Committee, a grassroots advocate for affordable housing. Kidd was passionate about her work, in part because she had a personal connection to the cause: her mother was experiencing her own struggle for housing in her native Zambia. But last year Kidd left the crusade for the calm of a government contract.
That summer she and her son strolled home from day care, stopping to play in special hidden places such as Toronto's waterfront Music Garden park. There was time to teach him about nature and the trees they were passing. "I really did stop and smell the roses," she says. Now that she also has a baby daughter, 34-year-old Kidd figures it will be years before she'll be able to give her work her all. Someday, she'd like it to be in Africa—perhaps in Botswana, where her father works. Until then, she'll support the causes she cares about at demonstrations and rallies, taking her kids with her.
But then, mid-course, the teacher started to miss classes because of a family crisis, and the owner didn't bother to hire a replacement. Instead, in that contentious meeting, he told Thurston to finish her diploma elsewhere or try to get equivalent credentials by taking an exam she didn't really have a hope of passing. But Kimberly chose a third alternative: she took the school to court for breach of contract.
Two years later, a judge ruled that the school had to pay back her tuition. When she received only a $500 cheque and a letter telling her to wait for the rest of the money, Thurston acted fast. She went back to court and got full payment in 48 hours. Six months later the Connect Institute of Technology declared bankruptcy.
Kimberly refers to the whole ordeal as her "fight of pride," and says she learned a lot from it. "If you don't demand respect, you don't get it," says Kimberly, now 40. "If more people would stand up for themselves, we would have a better world," she says.
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