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You Can’t Escape Destiny
I was never one to believe in destiny. But, as the Armenian proverb says, you can't escape it.
Earlier this month, I randomly googled my mother's maiden name. In the list of search results, "Charles Mooshian" caught my eye.
I never met this man, my grandfather. He left our world more than 20 years before I entered it. And he also left a mottled legacy. From a very young age, I knew one thing: he had been no hero to his family. According to my mother and her relatives, Charles was a work




Such an interesting story of their lives intersected by profession despite the generation gap. A remarkable part of the dIspora journey finding its way back to the homeland. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading!
What a touching and insightful article! Knowing the Mooshian family, and some of its historic legends, I too, find these unearthed articles conflicting, yet quite interesting! Sarah’s article depicts mixed and puzzling emotions. I already knew that Charles the father had passed on many positive talents and attributes to his children. Although his parenting techniques may have had room for improvement, his flaws may have contributed positively to his children realizing the parents they did not want to be… thus confirming that looking for the positive in what seems to be (totally) a negative reveals surprising benefits. Sarah’s article reinforces that we all need to be aware that humans, with all their flaws, have much to offer. I, also, am grateful for the Mooshian heritage; it has certainly contributed positively to my life, by mere association!!
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Sarah,
This was a great article…you do have a gift of writing that is for sure. The one story my Mom told me about my Grandfather was that for a couple hours one day…my Mom and Granma left me with Grandpa Mooshian…he apparently wasn’t happy about the prospect of watching a lil one by himself…but he did…when they returned they spied him bouncing me on his knee and talking to me in baby gibberish…I don’t remember him, I only know what my parents, Uncles and Aunts have passed on to me. That story always put a smile on my face. Praying for your safety and glad to hear you are doing well…
That is a beautiful memory! Thanks for your comment, Mike :)
Sarah, I only met your grandfather once, but I have some very distinct memories of that day. I would like to share privately what those memories made on my life, both good and not so good!
I eagerly await those impressions! Thanks for reading :)
Beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.
Sarah jan
This is such a heartwarming tale of your life – your history – and the amazing work you are doing in Gyumri. I hope to read more of your articles – and to visit your bakery and meet your co-workers someday soon.
Jackie, you would be so very welcome! I hope you can visit soon :)
Beautiful story! Beautifully written! Bravo to you for bringing the “specially-abled” into mainstream society in Armenia. Long overdue.
Very, very touching indeed.
Dear Sarah. Thank you for your well written and honest account of your journey. People with special needs I have always blessed my life.
A sober reminder That our faith in God should move us beyond our comfort zone‘s, where true contentment and peace await. God bless.
Thank you for your thoughtful words, Haig!
Sarah,
You probably don’t remember me, but at one time I was married to your Uncle Rick. How Rick and I loved spending time with you and your family. I enjoyed your article. There are so many fascinating facts I didn’t know about your Grandfather. I never met him. You are a gifted writer and humanitarian. Thanks for sharing.
Sarah, What a beautiful story. And so true, you can’t escape destiny.