Yesterday Michael, a good friend of mine, stood me up. That’s not like him. On inquiring I found out he’d had a heart attack the day before and was airlifted to a hospital in Nevada. About the time I was expecting him at my door they must have been putting a stint in his artery.
He seems OK now, but this is another near death experience in my immediate vicinity, so it put me (and doubtlessly Michael) to thinking. When I talked with him yesterday I urged him not to let the experience go to waste. Surviving near death at all is a gift many of us never get, and to do so healthy and whole, even relatively, is precious indeed.
Only the survivor can decide what the experience means, so it may be that Michael, whom I was hoping to see as an enthusiastic ally in my Mission, may choose another path altogether. But it is only up to that survivor to ascertain whether the life he or she’s been leading is wanting, and, if so, where. The aftereffect of a close call doesn’t usually last long, so it needs to be actively utilized to make decisions about what to continue, what to change, what to let go, and what to begin anew.
The only real failure in a life from that point on is to die later regretting that you never made a true effort to make those changes.
I honor in you the place where the entire universe dwells, that place which is of love and light, of truth and peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one.