There seemed to be a lot of people around me at that point. I heard some sirens briefly but I was in and out of consciousness. I then heard someone asking me where I hurt. I was able to say "my head, my head." I don't remember anything else until I was in a room and having my clothes cut off me. I became awake at that point and opened my eyes to see a white room with about 10 people around me in white doctors and nurses outfits. I asked why I was there and what happened. A doctor told me that I was hit by a car. I remember going off and questioning "How is that possible? How was I hit by a car? All the cars were at a stand still." Over and over I exclaimed I didn't understand how I could have been hit by a car. After that time of becoming alert and I was on a board where I could not move my neck, arms or any part of my body as I was strapped down in every way.
A friend and colleague from the furniture company that had been walking out at the same time as the owner of the company and all the sales managers who happened to hear a big thud and see a person flying through the air from what they told me. I went 30 feet in the air into the other lanes of traffic, right before the cars were at the spot from the other side where they would have hit me too. She came in and got my jewelry and described what she saw to me, as I was still confused on how I got hit by a car, she said she rode in the ambulance with me. She said I was saying things in the ambulance the whole way to the hospital. She said it was lots of mumbling and couldn't understand what I was saying. I needless to say was not aware of any part of the ride to the hospital.
Two weeks later I was in Nashville, Tennessee and made an appointment with a neurologist for a MRI. When I went to his office and met with the doctor I told him what happened and why I was there for an MRI as a follow up. He treated me with disdain and had a look of disgust on his face. He had a major attitude towards me and it really teed me off in how he was treating me. As I explained why I was there, he would just go "sure, uh uh" with attitude. When I finished he said "I will be back." He left me in that room for 20 minutes. I was really getting pissed off. I do not do good just waiting around and his attitude was horrendous towards me. I was ready to walk out of the office when he came back in.
I want to say right now. I have not done anything to deserve the miracle I received. I am still trying to figure out why it happened to this day. I can only hope that I am doing some things to be worthy of it.
I don't know if I am or not. I do know that every time I try and walk away from this blog, because it is a hobby that I don't make money from and it takes a lot of time. (You will notice there has been 2 weeks at a time I would not post anything) I have tried giving this blog up and I will say "No more." Yet then I am compelled through some event or another to come back and put my heart and soul and everything I have into it. Does it do any good? Am I making a difference? Am I just helping create the fear/hate/division that those who try and control want people to feel? I have a lot of conflicts about it at times when I write about what is happening in the world. I do not want to play into the hands of the dark side in keeping people in fear.
A few months ago, I realized that was a problem for me and that was why I too, I have had lack. I was going down instead of up in feeling for others and their situations. My having lack does not do anyone else good. I also realized it is where we should bring each other UP and for all to experience the wealth of the universe and to help each other in that respect. So I made the commitment to not go down to "feel" what others are feeling but to try and help others rise UP to be who they are and to have all that is our God given right to have.