It’s said that life altering moments in your life can lead to a boost or awakening of “gifts” … here are a few of my moments that mighty morphed me into being “how” I am now:
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Hit in the head with an ice brick
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It fell from a 3-story building… a literal ice
brick that somehow blew from the roof of a building while I was standing with
my then, 2-year old daughter, waiting for the bus. I just “happened” to lean over
her to check on her then BAM… hit in the back of the head! My immediate
response was to wonder what the hell happened, which was quickly answered when
I saw the broken ice chunks in the basket of the stroller. I then started
laughing (Peter Griffin Style – it’s my natural response to pain and/or fear…
yes, I’m a special breed). I was fine (thankfully)… all scans were clear. I
walked away with an increase in migraines, brain tics that cause me to buy random
items in bulk because it doesn’t register in my brain that we already have it
and I’m guessing increased visions? Still waiting on those super powers though…
I lightweight feel cheated.
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The Hemorrhage Heard Round the World
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Immediately after delivering my twin daughter, I
began to hemorrhage uncontrollably. The doctors had to rush in and perform lifesaving
surgery. In all I lost 8 liters of blood, had 2 blood transfusions and wound up
being hospitalized for around 11 or 13 days… I don’t remember at this point (it
was 3 years ago). I DO remember being completely aware that I was dying, as I
could feel my life draining from my body. Oddly enough, I was overwhelmed with
love and comfort at this moment. My only thought of apprehension was how my
husband would fare raising 4-daughters, 2 of which were newborn twins. I felt
comforted in knowing that everyone knew I loved them, because I make no qualms
about sharing how I feel about those closest to me. In hindsight, I know that I
was greeted by family lost and I know that’s why I felt so at peace. It wasn’t
my time though and I fought HARD to not only survive, but to recover. This was
probably the biggest moment for my awakening. It’s forced me to face my
mortality, it made me question why I was able to survive when so many others
don’t make it through less. It brought out elation and severe depression all at
the same time. I can recall the struggles of having to figure out how to walk…
no it wasn’t some drawn out process requiring therapy… it was me in the room,
having a completely swollen body… willing myself to pick up one leg after another
even though they felt like tree trunks. It was me swallowing my pride and
knowing that things I typically took for granted, had to be assisted. I had not
only been drained of all the blood in my body (and then some) but I had been
cut from pubic bone to belly button… I had over 20 something staples and
newborns in the NICU. I wasn’t even able to see/greet/hold my babies until at
least 9 hours after their delivery. The doctors spoke to my husband about
putting me in an induced coma in the ICU… But God had other plans. No sooner
did they tell him that news, that they had to withdraw their words because I
was trying to wake up. There is so much more to this story but I don’t want to
ramble. The bottom-line is this: I Survived. I’m a survivor. I wound up having
another subsequent surgery to repair further damage and “spoiler alert” I
survived that too… but if I’m speaking truthfully, I’ve never, nor will I ever
be the same.
So, if we’re talking about “catastrophic moments” … I’m
thinking those two (especially the latter) fall into that category. They weren’t
the onset of my visions, but they certainly propelled them ahead and gave me
reason to pause and pay more attention.
