Funny, don’t you think, how every now and again life seems to work in perfect synchronicity? For the past couple of weeks I’ve written about my experiences of thoughts creating reality — and I’ve loved reading all your follow-up comments, thank you. It seems this has been/remains a weighty subject for many of us here! I had been wondering how to continue the exploration — and as if by magic, the solution appeared all by itself. Here’s what happened”¦
Last Friday was probably the most important day in my son’s life so far. It was the day he was due to interview for a place at his chosen university in Bordeaux, about two hours drive from where we live. His meeting was booked for 8am, so in the end we had decided that the best and most relaxing option would be to drive down on Thursday evening, stay in a hotel, and get to the university bright and breezy the next morning. He also had a friend who was interviewing in the afternoon, so I agreed to take them both down together and stay in Bordeaux for the day until they’d both finished, then drive them back home. Good plan. Sensible option. Logical planning”¦. Right?
Well, yes, in theory”¦. In practice, though, as Forrest Gump said “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get”. And he’s right – because I sure wasn’t expecting what happened next! There we all were, driving happily along the motorway, chatting and singing along to the music, just a few kilometres out of Bordeaux, when all of a sudden the car lost power”¦. Completely. Pushing on the accelerator pedal, there was nothing happening — we just started going slower and slower, as cars whizzed past us, flashing and beeping because we were causing a blockage.
Breakdown
With hazard lights blinking, I managed to pull the car over to the side, and asked Dylan to call my local garage straight away and let them know what had happened. The garage is run by a lovely man who is extremely helpful — and who has had to arrange to pick me up once before when the same car refused to start. This time, though, we were miles away”¦ and I knew that nothing could be done until the next day.
“This is serious, but it’s ok” I said to my two passengers “We’ll stay calm and find a way through” Both of them nodded, totally unfazed by what was going on.
While Dylan was still on the phone, I restarted the car and it seemed to work again. Kicking back in to action, we pulled off the hard shoulder and back in to the stream of traffic. All seemed well, but then it happened again”¦. This time there were even more cars around us — but there was also a slip road coming up. I pulled over again and stopped the engine.
“Right, we’re heading for that turn-off” I said “Can you guys keep your eyes peeled and help guide me?” They nodded, and I prayed that I’d be able to start the car again. Yup”¦ thank goodness, she started straight away, and the three of us willed her to keep going.
We managed to pull off, and, as luck would have it, the road took us straight to a park and ride, where you can leave your car and take the tram in to town. I smiled to myself — and then laughed out loud as I noticed that the name of the road we were parked in was LaVergne”¦ my best friend’s new surname after she got married last month.
Nowhere To Stay
All seemed well, until we called the apartment to let them know we’d be late. It was just gone 8pm, but their reception had closed 5 minutes before we rang. I’d prepaid for the room, but with no way of contacting the owners we knew it made no sense to traipse over to an empty apartment, because we wouldn’t be able to get in. So now we were car-less and hotel-less in a town that none of us knew.
And this, I believe, is a perfect example to show that what we choose to think can make an experience better or worse. I’m not saying that positive thinking will change the situation — but I am saying whole-heartedly that choosing supportive thoughts can affect the way we respond. And, therefore, increase the likelihood of keeping our options open, staying focused and finding a helpful solution.
So, having locked up the car and arranged to meet the tow-truck the next morning, the three of us picked up our overnight bags and headed towards the tram station.
“Well, this isn’t what we planned is it eh?” I said to Dylan and his friend Claire, consciously keeping a smile on my face to reassure them.
“It’s ok, it’s an adventure!” piped up Claire, by this time echoing the words I’d used earlier on. The three of us got on to the tram and headed in to town to find a room for the night.
Now, the point here is this. Imagine how different the mood might have been had any of us decided to panic or become frightened? Instead, we stayed together, kept smiling, and just knew we’d find a solution.
Until we suddenly realised that Dylan had left his bag at the tram station. His bag contained his passport and all the papers he needed for his meeting — without these he would not be allowed to take part and would automatically forfeit his chance to interview. Adrenalin pumping, we all jumped off at the next stop. Taking Dylan’s other bag from him, Claire and I headed back towards the tram station while Dylan sprinted for all he was worth. We still managed to keep a cool head — despite what was going on around us. Not knowing whether or not the bag would still be there, Claire and I started exploring options around what we could do in the worst-case scenario.
Looking On The Bright Side
Luckily his bag was still there — and once again we started counting all the good things about what was happening. The fact that we’d managed to get off the motorway. That we knew a garage who could come and help. That we’d managed to park right near a tram station. That we’d found the bag. That, if push came to shove we could even sleep in the car”¦ we only focused on our ”˜luck’ in what was, quite frankly, a pretty grim situation.
The situation got worse, because every hotel we visited or called was fully booked. It was 11pm before we eventually found a place to stay — the room was costly, but it didn’t matter. At least we’d be able to rest and wash for the morning! None of us had eaten, so we headed straight out to find the only place that might possibly still be open — a MacDonald’s. Tired and hungry, we were delighted to find that the lights were still on — but as we got nearer, realised that they were just shutting up.
Still we didn’t give up. We noticed that this particular restaurant also had a drive in — and realised that it was still open! We didn’t have a car, of course, but decided that was no problem. We’d ask them at the counter, and if that didn’t work then we’d ask one of the driving customers to place an order for us. It worked. They agreed to serve us, and we sat outside greedily devouring our burgers — I usually don’t go anywhere near fast food like that, but let me tell you, right then it tasted like manna from heaven!
Looking at the two young people who were sitting with me, I felt exceptionally proud to be with them both. Despite the difficult situation, and the possible threat to their big day tomorrow, they’d both kept calm, focused and light-hearted throughout the ordeal. We were all tired, but we all still had smiles on our faces and continued to joke about the evening’s shenanigans.
“We’re really lucky you know, mum” said Dylan, stuffing the last few chips into his mouth “things could have been a lot worse if you think about it. Thank goodness we decided to come down today — we’d never have made it if we’d gone with our original plan to leave early tomorrow morning!”
That, for me, sums it all up. It doesn’t matter what happens to us — there will always be things that are out of our control, some good and some bad”¦. Some very bad in actual fact. But no matter what happens, we always, always have a choice about the way we choose to think about it and the way in which we respond. So in that way, we are always free. Forever.
By the way, both of them had brilliant interviews and caught the train back together, while I got home in the tow-truck. All’s well that ends well, eh? And, in my experience, it always does end well in some way, shape or form.
20 years, skylar’s x is a murderer…multiple murders. He would “work on” an aircraft and then lo and behold it would accidently crash. My late husband and I own an airport and my husband was a mechanic and aircraft inspector…I got the NTSB report on a crash that happened where Sky’s X turned the door hinges up side down and after take off the aircraft crashed when the doors fell off and got into the rotor. That is NOT an accident…how ever, there is no way to prove he did it…but he told sky what happened…He had to have an “audience” someone to know how smart he was to get away with murder. How many other times? who knows?
In theory the pilot is supposed to “check:” the door hinges before take off and usually this consists of an open and close and if the door seems secure, that’s a check. WHO would have thought the pins were in upside down? It wasn’t something that was easily visible and the aircraft had gone through a complete check only 3 days before by a licensed AI…2 men died that day because Sky’s X is a psychopath.
My X BF burned his X GF’s house, we know it, just like sky knows what happened the day those two men died, but there is NO way to prove it in a court…
OxD….omigod…..and, they are so frigging SLICK, aren’t they. I’m nearly speechless.
20years, med students do glance over numerous things that they “should” be on the lookout for, like poisoning, domestic violence/abuse, child abuse, etc. Having said that, most larger ERs are so busy that the symptoms are treated more often than a diagnosis rendered. So, a patient comes in presenting a migraine and they’re given Zomig, or some other treatment for the symptoms. They will NOT order a toxicology to look for strychnine or other poisons, even if this is my third visit to the ER in 10 days. They don’t have the time, or the inclination. They just want the patients treated and either released or admitted if it falls within their guidelines (or, the insurance policies’ guidelines).
It IS disturbing and it SHOULD be disturbing. Real Life isn’t anything even resembling “Law & Order” or “CSI.” And, there lies the sociopathic loophole.
20years, I don’t know if you’re an avid reader or not, but I just finished an extraordinarily disturbing novel by Robin Cook that’s titled “Toxin.” This story is somewhat older, but it speaks about e.Coli and is NOT for the timid reader. It’s a medical thriller with a lot of true information and it clearly discusses how a serious medical emergency can be overlooked or misdiagnosed. Happens all of the time.
So, yeah…..
Skylar & OxD…..I had to re-read Oxy’s post about the NTSB. I’m simply in horror, here. Absolute horror.
Skylar, if you were standing in front of me, I would throw my arms around you and hold you close and tight. You, Oxy, and all of the survivors here (and, elsewhere) are my heroes. Your courage, bravery, and fortitude make me feel so humble and grateful.
No pity-parties for Truthspeak, today!
Truthspeak,
That sounds like a really good read — I like mysteries of that sort, like tracking down corporate misdeeds and coverups in contamination of the environment, our food supply, etc. 😉 Whether or not the mysterious ailments are caused by a deliberate act or not. Thanks for the recommendation.
That story about the plane hinges is so shockingly awful. And to know the truth and not be able to have sufficient proof… you know the perpetrators are going to get away with it (and live to commit MORE heinous crimes) — sickening.
http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/women/hilley/1.html Speaking about poisoners, I thought I’d share this about Marie Hilley.
wow, Kim. That is quite a story!
Truthspeak,
I have a history of being left out by my family. When I went to X state to take care of my father for many days due to his Alzheimer’s I discovered that my siblings’ names were on the Power of Attorney and not mine. This was changed after my mother made it happen. Then when my dad quit eat and taking in any food or liquid I was not told, until someone who is not a member of my FOO felt I had a right to know. Death was imminent, so effectively they gave me very little time or no time to be there at the end. I was given a cell phone call the day before he died and five minutes to say good-bye. This was the day after last rites. I suppose I could have hopped on a plane but at that point I guess I felt that phone call was my good-bye. He died the next morning.
I sent my brother an very explicit email last night (nice and not accusatory) asking the very specific questions I want answered. I am NOT going to have a repeat of what happened with my dad’s situation happen again with my mother.
One other thing – an amendment was signed to his trust many years ago (and neither my mom or I think he was in any shape to sign anything) giving my brothers complete control over how any inheritance would be distributed and to whomever they wished and in any amounts. My mom was not aware of this until I told her last year.
So it’s safe to say at this point I don’t trust any of them. I don’t know if this makes one or more an SPath or just siblings who wish I’d disappear, but it does upset me very much. If I don’t get a return email with my questions answered, I am just going to fly there and ask the questions myself. Thanks for answering my post.
Oops, please excuse any typos. For some reason I can’t edit the above.
Yes, 20 years, I went to doctors constantly. One naturopath suggested I should call a psychic. I refused. That’s probably the one that would’ve called it right. All the medical doctor’s wanted me on prozac and xanax. The way I eventually treated myself was by taking so much magnesium that I got diarhrea. There were other supplements that helped too.
Spath flew around in a helicopter that he got for free. He conned a guy into buying it together, promising to pay his half later. Then talked the same guy into just signing the whole thing over to him because he didn’t want to be a co-owner. Meanwhile, he is illegally working on another aircraft that the same guy owns and flies. Then that aircraft, a gyro, falls out of the sky and spath never paid for his helicopter.
As I was leaving him, he had already talked another millionaire into buying ANOTHER helicopter, and was working on that guy’s aircraft “under the table”. In other words, there are no records of him touching those aircraft which he doesn’t have a license to fix.
He could easily have bought helicopters for himself. He just doesn’t like to. He likes other people to pay for him -ALL THE TIME, even when his pockets are full of cash. He works the pity ploy constantly.