Some Things Are Simply Meant to Be

Tann Ruti. ZH , Switzerland village sign.

“One does not choose the time to write . . . it chooses you.” — Trudy Wells-Meyer

Swiss-born Trudy Wells-Meyer is a successful award-winning hair designer — a legal immigrant who waited 11 months for a green card, a working visa. Growing up in a modest village, Tann, never knowing of Switzerland’s admired beauty worldwide, she dared to dream, wondering how her life would turn out — a continent away — her boldest guess could not have been near to the truth.

Coming to America . . . Living the elusive American dream.

The power of possibilities took over her life at a young age — an urge to go confidently in the direction of dreams, hopeful for a place that would change her life. Trudy believed something extraordinary is possible.

She learned how truly fascinating daily life can turn on a single small decision.

Living above her parent's hair salon, a stranger’s phone call changed her life. An American, with a German accent, visited her humble home, a one-hour taxi ride from Zürich, to offer her a job at his Atlanta or Houston salon. In the cold dark hallway as the handsome stranger was ready to leave, he pressed his business card into Trudy's hand, “See you in America”. Rooted to the floor with a broken leg, a cast to her knee, she watched Mr. Hendreks rushing down the stairs. Taxi waiting, he stopped at the heavy front door to wave with a huge smile. Mom's open mouthed Swiss stare embarrassing her daughter. As the door closed Trudy uttered words that would come true, “This . . . has something to do with later.” Life’s unpredictable events at their finest.

What will be . . . will be. Some Things Are Simply Meant to Be.

Walking off that ship from England, in New York in 1965, alone with two small suitcases, Trudy inhaled a dose of determination, as her thoughts strayed to her stern and oh-so-strict Mom, remembering her amazing, bragging words: My daughter can do anything! This was the moment to live up to unexpected words.

Eventually is NOW.

Years later she would come to understand from a tiny seed of such praise would emerge an exceptional will to cause her Mom to be right. Thank you, Mom!

Trudy’s parents are smiling in heaven.

Writing has become Trudy's American life since the horrendous day 9/11 . . . With airports in disarray worldwide, a mesmerizing trip to Rome, Italy that November . . . at the invitation of the Oblates Sisters from the French-speaking Boarding School in Châtel St. Denis, Switzerland — a time when Trudy found the power of words. At the age of 16 Trudy attended that boarding school.

One of the Rome highlights included an exceptional Audience with Pope John Paul II after He canonized Soeur Léonie Françoise de Sales Aviat, the co-founder of the Oblate Sisters of Saint Francis de Sales in Troyes, France.

Trudy’s first story The Power of Prayer is a reality due to her parents taking her out of public school in Tann; what drama to be away from home at a young age.

One of her readers claims the story to be of rare storytelling that leads one to trust in fate and God.

Trudy writes in English, her second language. Oh, how she cherishes the gift of writing.

There is life after hair.

A rocky road from Switzerland to find Gold in Arizona.

Trudy lives with her husband Lew in Scottsdale, Arizona on a lake and golf course where sunrises and sunsets are like prayers.