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“When we part from one another, it doesn’t feel like we’re separating, but rather like we’re going to wait for each other somewhere else.” Cesare Pavese
Life is a constant adventure, and I can never truly predict where it will take me. I wake up imagining the day will unfold in a certain way. I grow up picturing life following a carefully laid-out pattern, set by myself or others. I imagine finishing certain studies, getting married, having a happy family, raising children, living joyfully,29, and enjoying grandchildren. It’s human nature to make plans, but sometimes, someone up there, with a wickedly sharp sense of humor, turns my plans upside down, and my life transforms from a quiet film into a full-blown Mexican movie.. God smiles mischievously, rubbing His hands with glee because He knows what’s coming, while I stand astonished before the unexpected, before the surprise life has prepared for me, trying to discern whether this is really happening to me or if it’s just a story someone is telling me on an autumn evening by the fireside.
I was 22 years old, a final-year student at the Faculty of Journalism in Bucharest, and my life seemed perfectly ordinary, divided between classes, editorial internships, friends, and family. Nearly every day followed the same rhythm, except for the weekends or holidays when I’d visit my parents in Câmpina. Everything flowed with the precision of a Swiss watch; I knew exactly what I’d do each day and week. I’m a highly organized person, and I like to know precisely what and how things will unfold… That is, until life whispered to itself: “This girl’s life is far too organized and dull! Let’s shake up her plans and pull her out of her routine!” And so, life got to work weaving its plot.
On a cold, rainy September day, I was rushing to the metro at Victory Square. I had arranged to meet my friend for coffee and to work together on our thesis. We had decided to defend our theses in the February 2003 session. Arms full of books, I was running to catch the metro. I glanced at my watch, realizing I was already late. I descended the metro stairs, practically leaping two steps at a time. Suddenly, everything stopped! My books scattered across the steps, and the universe went dark. In my frantic determination to tackle exams, in a moment of profound inspiration, I had tangled with the metro stairs. I stood frozen, as if in a moment of meditation, and the only thing I could see were tiny, sparkling blue stars. I opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity, and that’s when I saw the kindest, warmest eyes. It was the second when time froze in my soul! With an angelic voice, he leaned over me and asked,
“Miss, are you hurt? Can you move?”
Nothing hurt, though I was a bit numb. Moving, however, felt impossible. I stared into his eyes, and in my dazed mind, still sparkling with those little stars, all I wanted was to stay quietly on those steps, basking in the warmth and kindness of those eyes. I thought to myself, This must be what paradise looks like. The miracle before me looked into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back, with the guilty expression of someone caught in the act. He extended his hand and helped me stand.
“Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help,” I said, my voice feeling like it belonged to another world.
“With great pleasure,” he replied, once again looking deeply into my eyes and soul.
I extended my hand and whispered, “Alexandra Mihăescu.”
He smiled, took my hand in his, and replied simply yet profoundly, “Aaron Nicolas Goldstein.”
In that moment, I instinctively knew my life had changed forever—an instant when every heartbeat told me his name would be etched in my soul, my consciousness, my entire being, for all of life or death, for today and every eternal tomorrow. I knew there would be moments in life that would only make sense if lived by his side. I knew his name would become one of the most sincere prayers of my life. I understood that I would never again be the person I once was, that life had knocked me to the ground to help me lift my soul and spirit.
I felt deeply that Aaron would be my destiny, the home I had been searching for all my life. I knew that life, in general, could only be understood with him by my side, that he would always be part of everything I am as a person, a spirit, a teenage soul suddenly and sublimely transformed into a woman’s soul. Beyond words, sensations, experiences—beyond everything—I knew and felt that I would be tied to Aaron for my entire life, for eternity, for all the lives and deaths we would share.
Life is a constant adventure bearing Aaron’s name, the man sent to me for salvation on a rainy September day, when the Creator of all things seen and unseen smiled mischievously with joy for us and our eternal meeting. There, on those steps on Victory Road, the destiny of souls who had known each other for millennia was fulfilled—souls desperate to continue their adventure, hand in hand, through the world, through life—an adventure that continues even today, for eternity. Life is an adventure, and love can arrive unexpectedly, even on Victory Road!
Alexandra Mihăescu
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