#herH2Ostory - Natasha Cook

 Natasha surrounded by her gorgeous new best friends. Talking braids, love of rice, and H2O, to be sure.

Natasha surrounded by her gorgeous new best friends. Talking braids, love of rice, and H2O, to be sure.

Q: Describe yourself in 5 words?
A: Curious, passionate, optimistic realist, ridiculous.

Q: Which outcome are you most passionate about impacting through this event?
A: Our partnership with WaterAid Canada led me to an incredible adventure in Madagascar this past fall. I had the opportunity to meet with Malagasy people who explained first hand the impact that water has on their lives. Knowing that we are able to continue this work and increase the amount of lives we touch through providing people with access to clean water warms my heart in ways I didn’t know were possible. The biggest take away I have from my time in Madagascar is that these projects provide people with the gift of time. Time to invest in their families, on education and themselves. It’s absolutely amazing to see the strength a community gains with access to a few water wells. I also really enjoy instant gratification. This is one of those causes where huge, real change happens quick!  

Q:  What goes on in your life besides water?
A: Ha, I kind of hate this question. I always refer to myself as a generalist. I’m one of those people that finds everything interesting. I often get distracted and suffer from FOMO on a regular basis. When not working I tend to be out with friends, exploring Toronto. Or enjoying solo time unwinding, educating myself and enjoying nature. Each day is different and I try not to get stuck in routine.

Q: Tell us a happy memory associated with water?
A: With all good memories I feel that they are balanced out with something negative (in this case it was scary). As a child my grandparents used to take us to Florida every year over the march break. I loved getting away from the cold and being able to spend time in the warmer climate. Every time we laid eyes on the ocean my sister and I would immediately run in and jump in the waves. One day I recall the ocean being angry. The waves were fierce and I underestimated their strength. I jumped in and was ok for the first little bit but one hit me HARD. This wave took me under and I hit my head against the ocean floor. I remember my grandfather pulling me out and guiding me back to the beach. As my sister sat there pulling the sea shells out of my unruly long hair and my grandfather sitting there beside me in silence (as he often did when I did something stupid. We had a common understanding that scolding wasn’t necessary as my reflection on the alternative outcome was enough to set me straight). I remember watching the waves crash and the overall beauty of the ocean, being in the presence of two of my favourite people began to calm me down. It was ironic how the thing that almost killed me also brought me so much joy.