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Some Things Are Simply Meant to Be

Tann Ruti. ZH , Switzerland village sign.
Photo of the Author.
Photo of statue of liberty.

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

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

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

A rocky road from Switzerland to find Gold in Arizona.

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. She believed something extraordinary is possible. She learned how truly fascinating daily life can turn on a small decision. Living above her parent's hair salon, a stranger’s phone call, an American, with a German accent, visits her humble home, a one-hour taxi ride from Zürich, to offer her a job at his Atlanta or Houston salon. As the handsome stranger leaves, handing Trudy his business card, mom, and her Swiss stare embarrassing her, he says, “See you in America”.  In the dark cold hallway, rooted to the floor with a broken leg, a cast to her knee, she 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 in New York in 1965,  from England, alone, Trudy inhaled a dose of determination, as her thoughts strayed to her stern and oh-so-strict mom, her amazing, bragging words: My daughter can do anything! This was the moment to live up to unexpected words. Eventually was 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!      

Trudy’s parents are smiling in heaven.

Writing has become her American life since the horrendous day — 9/11 . . . Trudy found the power of words. A trip to Rome Italy, that November, at the invitation of the Oblates Sisters, the French-speaking Boarding School in Châtel St. Denis, Switzerland Trudy attended when she was 16. One of the 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 pulling 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 — leads one to trust in fate and God.

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

There is life after hair.

She lives with her husband in Scottsdale AZ, on a lake and Golf Course, where sunrises and sunsets are like prayers.

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