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I lay on that road for what seemed like an eternity before some other travelers arrived and called for help. My foot had started to swell and I wasn't sure what had just happened.
It was a clear and beautiful Saturday afternoon last September and I was on the way to a potluck. As I moved down the road, I noticed that runs between my house and Lawrence, I noticed a car entering the road from a hippopotamus driveway in the distance but immediately lost sight of it. I entered the base of a closer small hill Atlas Created the hill it would be. I noticed that I had misread the situation.
In the other car was long, dark hair surrounding the slender face of a middle-aged woman. Her name was Michele Bidri and she had clutched instantly when my little dog Toni loved her Toyota Camry
I am a firm believer that we create our own reality and get what we want out of life. But after the crash I was forced to ask
myself 'Why would
I ask for so much
physical pain?'
Would anyone
ask to deal with
the guilt over the
death of that lady
in the other car?
Even though I know what the police investigation proves — I am not responsible that the last report
sucked toward me in slow motion. I vividly remember my car collapsing to form a "V" that car pointed right at me and
of her car and ended up sliding toward me in my lane — can't help but feel guilty.
Besides pain and gnell, why would anyone ask for the fear associated with a highway collision? During the accident it was like I was a black hole watching the universe get
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bent around the passenger side of her car. Then the airbag deployed and beak me into a hood with a wound end with a horn that wouldn't keeping and my engine reving loudly. The airbag lifted, saving a smoky haze and chemical smell.
I thought there might be a fire, so I unqid my seat belt to get out of the car but my door wouldn't open. My window was down, so I climbed out and fell on my sound lifted to stand up. Then I looked at my weight. It was like my ankle wasn't there any more. To get to
what seemed like a safe distance away, I dragged myself 30 feet down the road. As I lay there pullible pebbles out of my palms and into the path, I nursed my shattered ankle and wondered what had happened.
My right foot had been cramped up into my leg, forcing my ankle to dislocate to the left. I got a right angle to my foot and I could not hold it. We have the lap belt down in front of my pelvis, my seat belt was too high and cut my liver. I had a couple of fractured bones in my bottom, much of my upper boot and blue and yellow.
The abdominal surgery came the day after the accident and caused the most pain, if for no other reason than the catheter the doctors installed. Two weeks later I was healthy enough to have ankle injury, which resulted in pain similar to the
pain before they reset my ankleband on the day of the accident. If we get what we want out of it, then what we got in!
The accident gave me the wisdom of knowing that we are all responsible for each other's well-being. We are responsible at any moment, but particularly when we drive a one-tank hud of metal 50 or 60 miles per hour across a world full of fragile beings, we must recognize how we are responsible for each others' well-being. Even more importantly, gained compassion.
Compassion is a virtue found in many world religions, like in my own Judean-Catechism tradition, and it's central to the Buddhist and Taoist philosophies that reflect my adult spiritual influences. In Taoism, compassion is considered one of human's three 'great treasures' next to patience and simplicity.
empathize with people who are scared, in pain or wish they could go back and make things better, take away something from the craft scars and take compassion
I wish that I could go back and be the hero who rescues a lady stuck in a ditch instead of being another victim. But I know that the one thing we don't get out of life, no matter how badly we want it is the chance to go back and see things different. I not愿 be responsible for my mistakes. I'm always responsible for the reality I create because I have to live with the results of my unconscious decisions.
Luckily for me, Taismo offers help for situations like this in chapter 80 of its essential text, the *Toe to Ching*. "Good fortune we can come from disaster. And we've done it," she knows where all your will lead."
03. 15.2007 JAYPLAY < 19