No Time
To Cry
The Making of Elizabeth
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About the author.
Elizabeth Gonzalez Gann, is a child of first generation migrant farm workers who grew up working summers alongside her brothers and sisters in the agricultural fields in Arizona and California.
Gonzalez Gann, is a Certified Nutrition Consultant, Certified Diabetic Lifestyle Coach and Co-founder and CEO of the highly successful, Dr. Gann’s Diet of Hope Institute that specializes in therapeutic nutrition, disease management and prevention.
With her husband a renowned cardiologist, Dr. Dietmar Gann they have helped thousands of patients regain control of their health. They have published 2 books; Diet of Hope Journey to Health and Diet of Hope Recipes.
In the past, Elizabeth built a multi-million-dollar company, JanCo Janitorial which she started with one part-time employee (herself) and grew it to over 65 employees.
Elizabeth has been recognized locally and nationally for her entrepreneurial success. In 2005, she was named the National Minority Female Entrepreneur of the year, by the United States Department of Commerce.
In 2002, she was recognized as the Tucson Hispanic Chamber of Commerce Businesswoman of the year. Other awards include, the Ana Maria Arias award, the YWCA Leadership award, the Woman on the Move and Woman of Influence award.
Elizabeth was past Chairwoman of the Tucson Hispanic Chamber of Commerce and has served on numerous boards locally and nationally. Gonzalez Gann and her husband support and sponsor numerous organizations.
She is the proud mother of 2 daughters and 7 grandchildren, Elizabeth, enjoys hiking, swimming, mountain climbing, and tennis. Elizabeth has successfully climbed numerous mountains including Mt. Elbrus in Russia, Mt. Kilimanjaro in Africa, Mt. Ararat in Turkey, Mt. Shasta in California.
An excerpt from the book
I wanted to cry but I could not. Just then I heard a soft voice, “Hola niña, come with me, I know where you live.”
I turned around to see a little boy, just slightly taller than me, standing with his hand extended toward me. Without hesitating, I took his hand and he led me away.
I began to see familiar surroundings, the theater, and the steps that led to our second story apartment. We walked up the stairs and down the gloomy hall to our apartment door. He placed me in front of him and proceeded to knock on the door.
My mother opened the door and stood there in disbelief. She immediately grabbed me and hugged me tightly. She was getting ready to go out to search for me, and you could tell she had been crying.
As she looked at me, she had this surprised and confused look on her face, “Where were you? How did you get home?”