Today’s the Anniversary of My Almost-Death
I almost died.
On November 7, 1983, I was struck by a car while riding my bicycle to school. The girl who hit me freaked and fled the scene, leaving me knocked out and sprawled out in the middle of the street.
Fortunately someone spotted me before I was run over (again) and called 911.
I was in a coma for a week.
The brain injury was inoperable.
The damage was most severe in the area my brain responsible for speech. No one knew whether I would ever speak again… if I ever woke up.
Clearly I DID wake up, speech in tact, blissfully grateful to be alive.
And the next many years were the WORST of my life.
What it’s like to have a Traumatic Brain Injury:
I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t read a page and remember what I read, couldn’t stay awake, and I couldn’t sleep through the night. For years.
Everything I had planned for my life fell apart.
My boyfriend dumped me. My mother beat me and called me a “minus” (less than a zero). I ended up homeless for my last year of high school, sleeping around on couches until I found a home that would let me sleep on their dining room floor until I graduated.
I fantasized about suicide daily. I even committed myself to a mental hospital my senior year. While I was locked up in the psych ward, I was voted “Most Mysterious Senior” of Granada Hills High School.
School kept me alive. My friends didn’t even know what I was going through. The kids were just so nice to me–breaking every high school movie stereotype–that school, and the possibility of college, kept me going.
An interesting thing happened while I was struggling to stay alive and finish school…
My intuition opened up.
I started knowing things.
I’d dream of missing things the night before they were discovered.
I could guess a number out of a thousand. (You really should have taken me to Vegas!)
I had my first spontaneous, outside-of-time-and-space satori experience.
I started experiencing things happening moments before they actually happened.
That, and a big dose of humility, were the gifts of the accident. Gifts I use daily as a life coach.
We only have NOW.
What I want you to take away from this story is a perspective that has reshaped my whole life: human life is fragile and fleeting. Everything can change in an instant.
If there’s something you want to do with your life, do it NOW.
That’s why I say, “yes!” to every weird, scary, wonderful opportunity to experience something new that might grow me. Cause every chance may be my ONLY chance to go to Bali, Croatia, Turkey, San Marino, Montenegro, Puerto Vallarta, Amsterdam, Azerbaijan…
I have no patience for people who say, “I’ll do this next year.” That’s delusional. Good luck with that!
Or people who rely on Divine Providence/God/Fairy Godmother/Santa Claus to change your circumstances for you. That’s not what we’re here for.
Our job is to do EVERYTHING we can to change what we want to change. And to keep doing everything we can. That’s where the magic happens. Let the universe know you mean it. Providence takes effort.
Yes, I have a very feminine, magical way of being. I manifest more magically (now) than anyone I’ve ever known. And I will still fight with everything in me for what I need to heal, grow, learn and transmute every negative experience into something valuable.
Fight for what you want and need as if your life depended on it. Because it does.
This year, this month, this day could totally be your last. Make it count.
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Such an amazing and scary story… such a testament to your spirit and power, lady! Don’t think I could have survived any of it (your mother esecially – WOW). We are all better off for your experience. Thanks for sharing!
You are truly an inspiration.