The following is a true story, that took place last night, in a Medical Emergency Ward. There are three people which the attention is centred around. This expressed record, involved an injured woman laying in an emergency bed, across from me, her attentive and very dedicated husband, at her side, and myself, after being brought there suffering from an Asthma attack in the middle of the night.
First let me give you a little background as to how this event came about. I was supposed to have driven up to Vernon British Columbia Canada this afternoon to the Hospice. My goal was to support my dear dying friend Blu, considering all of the love and healing she has, over the last 15 years, very openly, given to so many individuals, with a desire to heal. There were many chanelling sessions in which she spent healing myself. In her greatness, I have composed a poem, reflecting her greatness, and wished to print it, as well as read it, before giving it to her as my present of thanks, with wishes of peace for Rite Of Passage. My bag was packed, and ready to go. Would await a call from my Nephew, arriving from Hawaii, before beginning my trek to her side.
At 3:30 a.m. in the middle of a great dream, I was awakened, with the need to try to relieve a tightness of breathing. After a period of 45 minutes, I was able to accomplish this and went back to sleep. Again at 6:30, I was once again wakened with the same symtoms, but was not able to relieve myself as my breathing slowly tightened. I had no choice but to call for ambulatory assistance, to find relieve the problem. After arriving, I is taken in, and the appropriate oxygen mask and medicine is applied, along with an IV.
I must express, this record, is not meant to expose my problem, or any of the processes, that take place in an Emergency Ward. It is, to express, how one can help, no matter the circumstances one may be in, at any given time.
Living alone, it can be difficult at that time of the morning, to call a friend to come and be with one, especially if most are away on business trips. Therefore I lay in my bed alone, with the curtain open, making it a little easier to be by myself.
I noticed across from where I was located, a man in what appeared to be, his late fifties. He was standing over another in the bed, looking rather stressed. Every once in awhile he would look in my direction, and I did my best to try to send positive vibrations to help while he awaited the tests to be completed, on his wife. She was not moving at all, and it appeared that they were not speaking alot. Understandably if one is in pain of one kind or another.
After the medical staff had done their necessary tasks with me, just wishing to observe my progress, I noticed him once again glancing in my direction, but a little longer. With my hand, I motioned him over to me, and said, "If you feel comfortable or a little lonely com'on over, and let's chat. Almost immediatly a grey haired, partially bald man, slim build, looking like he needed someone to talk to walked over to me. I expressed to him, that it can be somewhat lonely in these circumstances, if he wished to talk for a short while. He expressed that he was open to it, with somewhat of a smile. So that he would be aware of my circumstances, I expressed my perdicament, but then asked, if he felt comfortable in expressing, what had happeded to his wife.
He looked in her direction and sighed. Then he began to express to me, what had taken place. First of all, that even though he was sixty, and retired from the printing business, he and his wife, loved to rock climb. They had been doing so for many years. With his arm he reached up, showing how one reaches for a secure location to place one's hand on a rockface, and then with his other arm, reached up not quite as high. They had been rockclimbing at a location, just south of the Canadian border in Washington State. Apparently she had secured one hand hold, but upon placing her hand in the second, although she felt it was secure, this portion of rock gave way, with a couple of fist size boulders and she, even tied to a rope that streches, tumbled about 20 feet down the side of the mountain, before the rope stopped her from falling any further. In this process, she cracked several of the vertibrae in her spine. He expressed that, anyone that rockclimbs, has their accident, and this was her turn.
I asked him what his profession is, and he expressed, that the printing business was what he loved, but had retired a few years ago, wishing to enjoy life. I then, told him of my former profession, the mystery that many experienced watching my performances, and a few of the celebs I had met in my process.
A nurse arrived from he nursing station, to advise him, that there was a call from his sister in Washington, and he walked very quickly to take it. There was a space of about 10 minutes, before he walked back over to his wife and expressed something to her, then walked back to my bed. Apparently his sister is a Doctor in Washington State, where several tests were taken, before she was returned by ambulance to Lions Gate Emergency Ward. He espressed, that the same tests were taken here, and the cracking in her spine, was much greater than they had expected. I expressed to him, that all will be well. He agreed. I asked him if they would be climbing again, and there was no doubt in his mind that they would be.
There was short converstion that we had about the fear of heights. I expressed my difficulties with it, even as a young boy.You couldnt even get me up on a ladder. He agreed, and said that his wife had the same problem, but had learned not to look down, as well as feeling much more secure with a good strong rope. He expressed to me, that there were many fewer accidents on a high flat rockface, than one that had several levels.
There has always been a facination, of those that are able to climb even if there is less than an inch to maneuver. He explained to me, that there is a special running shoe, that is manufactured, that allows one to place all of their weight on their big toe, even on a very small area, and that he had calaces from doing the same, on his hands.
During our conversation, I observed, that he was beginning to smile a little more than he was when we first began to speak, and I felt that I was helping him to a degree. There was a comfort within me, that I was helping to relieve his stress level.
It was at that moment I asked his name. As I placed my hand out to shake his, I also expressed mine, and asked if he had an email address. There was a nod yes, and I asked if I may have it. He replied yes, and went over to write it down and handed it to me. I expressed, that I would be incontact with him in the very near future. There is a comfortable friendship here, and wish to help more if I can. He then told me, that he wished to attend his wife, and very understandably I totally understood.
After he had sat himself down, I closed my eyes, and envisioned soft green light penetrating his wife's body, to help to heal her spine. As well, violet light to calm them both. I sensed a more relaxed feeling from them both, so I feel, even though I was suffering to a degree, I helped his wife to begin to heal, and gave him a big smile. From that there was a comfort within my heart for them both.
I have always been drawn to help others, no matter what situation they or I happen to be in at any particular time. This inner sense, has been with me, ever since I can remember, and have seen many smiles on many faces, as a result of sending good positive energy, to help those in need. It would seem, that helping others in my life, have come before helping myself, but that is what it is.
There is a sincere feeling from within me, in that I hope she heals well, and that they will soon be out on another rockface, doing what gives them a great deal of satisfaction.
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