Dear Human,
Do you know what happens when you die? Let me share one scenario with you.
I was walking to work today, just plugging along. I was thinking about my daughters birthday yesterday.
The truth is I wondered why my existence included having a child at age 15.
Shortly after my daughter was born, due to the botched surgery from her birth, I hemorrhaged literally to death. My heart stopped for 3 full minutes.
As I walked I thought about that NDE (near death experience). I thought about what I saw and what I heard. I thought about watching my own body being worked on as the paramedics were trying to revive my heart. I thought about listening to my mother crying as she held my infant baby in her arms. I thought about all of this.
And as I walked I had a moment of extreme awareness of the benefits of the other side of my ugly. Because of them, I was determined to change my reality.
The truth is, prior to the painful and unacceptable experience that lead to a child getting pregnant, that child being me, all the rest of my life sucked too.
My dad left when I was 3. My mother emotionally left when I was around 10. We very rarely ate regularly. We often lived without power and warmth. Even many times without water.
My entire first 15 years of life were like a very bad story written by Grimm. And the the grand finale of this dreadful story? I died. But then the story plot changed.
I came back and I never wanted to die again for a very long time.
I realized what a gift it was to be human. Even if it meant suffering all the rest of the days of my life.
Suffering was better than not having the chance to try and make something of my humanity because I was dead.
Yes, things like this must serve a purpose.
The girls taken from Nigeria must serve a purpose.
JFK’s murder must have served a purpose.
Your hardships must serve a purpose too.
I realized I was almost to my office and had to come out of my thoughts and back into the world. And I felt that same feeling I had when my spirit became one with my body again 37 years ago.
Wow! It’s so good to be alive.
And look how things have changed. I used my uglies to find beauty.
I have lived and worked on 3 different continents. I have raised 2 beautiful, intelligent children. I have a wonderful business that helps people. I have a deep understanding of life which has enabled me to counsel, write and speak about hope and our true identity as both human and spirit beings.
I stopped outside my building doors, turned around and looked up to the heavens. I lifted my arms and in front of all the passerby’s I spoke the words “thank you”.
Thank you Source, thank you those who have always been.
Thank you love and hate and peace and strife.
Thank you ugly. Because of you I see the amazing, spectacular, beautiful meaning of life.
Love,
Sheri
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