11:15 A.M. - Saturday, Nov. 26, 2005
Miracle or happenstance?
I had the most awesome experience yesterday; I had to share it.

Those of you that know I was in a roll over accident on November 3 know I have been healing from a head injury. I have told my Dr. this is me that has a never-ending surge of fragmented thoughts, not from the blow to head. Ok, so I was trapped in the Blazer and have little to no recollection of the time span from the time I left the road, rolled down the hill, was trapped as they cut the top of the Blazer off, and most disappointing have no memory of the helicopter ride. Blast those black outs.

Each day my mind is sharper and the grey world I have been treading in and out of is diminishing, I believe in part to me making the decision to stop taking prescription drugs for pain that I believe sent me in a chemical world of haze.

A few days ago, I had one of my worst days ever, a headache so bad I found myself laying on the couch with a pillow over my head. Was I trying to suffocate myself? Hum, just a thought.

The next morning I decided to work at healing myself through meditation and mind power with the grace of God. I got up dressed even put on shoes for the first time in weeks and made up my mind to get moving. I cleaned the house, top to bottom, listening to awesome music blasting from the stereo. It felt wonderful.

The next day I started the same routine, getting cleaned up, dressed, and forced my body to get moving. I started back with my past Yoga program, just a little to be sure; nausea or dizziness did not overcome me. I then went out and took a walk.

The Thanksgiving holiday was nice, I didn't forget to turn off the burner or put the coffee pot in the refrigerator. The haze seemed to be lifting as I worked my way through many pages of "Word Find," as suggested by my Dr.

Yesterday I took the big leap and followed an hour segment of Yoga, no pain, just an awesome feeling of knowing my body had survived the rollover. I still believe angels were all around me the day of the accident.

I felt the desire to locate a new vehicle, and remembered the man that sold me my last Blazer, his card was still under a magnate on the refrigerator and taking the chance he might still be employed at the car-lot I gave him a call.

Here is where it gets eerie, he remember us from two years ago and asked if I was ready to trade in my Blazer on a newer model. Well not exactly, I told him explaining I had destroyed my last one that was paid off and fully insured.

He told me a Blazer was traded for a newer model earlier that day, the same make, model, year, color, and the exact mileage that mine had on it when I purchased it two years ago. The asking price is lower than my payout from the insurance company and the pervious owners are local people that bought their twin to my Blazer the same week we had purchased ours. The difference was mine had 40 thousand more miles at the time of the accident as I have taken several long distance trips.

We talked a while about the newer Trail Blazers, prices and whatnot. I told him I would give him a call when we made our final decision. Thinking of driving a newer Blazer sounded enticing but the twin to my Blazer that was on the offering table felt right. I could pay for it; have sales tax, transfer tags and still a few extra bucks left over.

You guessed it, we decided on the purchase of the 2002 twin Blazer.

I called the sales rep back and a deal was made; I can pick the Blazer up sometime next week providing I will be released to return to the humdrum of normal life.

It felt wonderful having the pressure of buying a replacement to my ride off my mind and to quiet my quickening heartbeat I went for a walk to our mailbox. Our mail isn't right outside our door, at the end of the trail leading to our home, or in a post office box, it is about a quarter of a mile up and down the gravel road we live off.

What an awesome walk, as I have been holed-up in this place for over three weeks and sights of the winding road, spacious fields, wildlife on the run, changing landscapes from the top of the mountain, and the dirt road crunching under my steps was exhilarating.

My only regret during my meditating walk is knowing I killed off my new Blazers twin, Lord I hope I'll be forgiven.

Sandyz

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