A great quote to consider today…
I remember the first time in noticed the number “1111”. It was in August of 1992, about a month after a tragic accident in which I was involved, where we lost my good friend, Bruce. I’d been suffering and struggling for weeks due to our loss, and the blame and guilt I placed on myself. It was nighttime and I had left my girlfriend’s house and got into my Jeep and started it up—the digital clock on my dash lit up with the numbers 1111. I sat in the running Jeep, taking a few deep breaths, and staring at the numbers. A sense of calm enveloped me and I felt the presence, the Spirit of my friend, Bruce. It was like he wrapped his arms around me. I did not hear his voice in our worldly concept of sound, but it was clear that he was telling me, “It’s ok. I’m ok. Get on with your life.”
I recall that event very clearly, even now after these many years. Since today is November 11th…aka 1111, I thought I’d share this part of my story. Now after this first time, I did not heed Bruce’s divine guidance. I continued to struggle in spite of the wonderful family & friends working relentlessly to support me. I did begin to notice the four 1’s muc
The past. It lurks and hijacks the minds of many. It’s like the burr on your sock, the super glue residue on your index finger or the fly in the room that you can only hear, but not locate or get rid of.
Our past: that time that has already happened. It has left countless memories of events we attended, conversations we’ve had, and the choices we’ve made. For many the past is a fertile field of suffering that we revisit and continue to beat ourselves up for those times we wish we could re-do. Well, there are no re-do’s in life. What to do with this?
The wise, Disney life-coach, Rafiki, offers us some wisdom in the quote above: “Oh, yes. The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.” Rafiki’s advice is good, and easy, right? But which is easier; to run or learn. It’s been my experience many times to run…you know, ignore and suppress the thoughts of the past, and the guilt that rides along as the sidekick. Well, trust me, I’ve made a career of mastering the guilt thing—and happy to report that I’m working on that every day.
I googled to see what percentage of people report having a near-death experience, and I found one source that estimates 5% of the adult American population report having a near-death experience So it’s safe to say that the large majority of people don’t have a frame of reference for this experience. They’ve never come back to life…literally. I have, and for me, it was a gift. I’ve been asked too many times to count if I wish it didn’t happen. My reply is consistent, “No, I just wish my friend didn’t die.”
As we travel this road called Life I believe there is a vital nature to developing and holding TRUST. The definition of TRUST—a verb—is to believe in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of. I like this definition, but for me, it ends with a blank that we can fill in. Of…what? When we have TRUST and believe in something that is reliable, truthful, competent and strong; what is it?
I have died once, and almost another two times. The first was when I was 28 and a ladder we were lowering came into contact with a high tension electrical line that caused thousands of volts of electricity to enter my hands and exit my feet—leaving me with four holes in my feet, one on each side of each one. The other two times I was surfing and was held under the surface by a big wave not sure my lungs had enough air to survive. The first time was in Manhattan Beach (El Porto), CA, and the other was in Jaco, Costa Rica.