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Through the Alley Way

My husband and I were at dinner tonight when I explained to him how I wanted to dive more into this blog. My thought was to interview people who I love and are inspired by and would consist of questions leading up to it. I asked him one as an example, “What was your most powerful growth you’ve had so far?” I asked him what he would tell his 10 year old self today.
He sat and thought for a while and said that he wasn’t too sure and I should go first. I took a deep breathe and told him I couldn’t put into words how I felt. But with a few moments time I was able to describe it the best I could:

“It’s like walking down a deep dark alley way with no idea how you got there, where to turn, what to do, or how to feel. Everywhere you look it takes you deeper and deeper into that alley. Suddenly there is this light as if someone turned on a street lamp or opened up a door and you are thrown into this new vibrant world full of different thoughts and feelings.”

Boy is that true or what? Sometimes you have to look at where you have been to see just how far life has taken you. I feel very sad to think that my happy life that people thought I had (and that I truly did have in hindsight) was dampened by my own negative thought patterns. I wasn’t happy. I was stuck in the dark alley this whole time when the main street was just beyond a wall. I was that wall holding my own authentic self back. It just took something or someone, maybe me I don’t know, to open that door or turn that street light on to find my way to the truth.

And I am so very happy that I did.

Oh P.S. – Do be on the lookout for interviews from my friends and family including the one from my husband. Maybe we will find out what he ended up telling his 10 year old self afterall …. dun dun DUNNNNNN (that was supposed to be dramatic music)

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The Freeway Helper


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We all get signs, little goosebumps on the back of our neck, a gut feeling ….

Some say these feelings aren’t that big of a deal, really, more like coincidences or a freak accident. I don’t believe for one moment that these are true. No freak accidents, no coincidences, only divine fate. Now I’m only speaking for myself and am not telling you this is THE truth because I’m not sure, who is? But … I do have one experience that still make the hairs on my neck stand out and it goes a little something like this.

I had just pulled onto the on freeway heading to a friend’s bridal shower, nothing out of the ordinary, my car was in tip-top shape and the weather was beautiful. I was very excited to see some of my friends at the shower and support my friend in her upcoming nuptials. The freeway I was on has another freeway merge into it so basically it goes from four lanes to six with LOTS of cars speeding, merging, and slamming on brakes (I’m in SoCal come on!).

I’m in the slow lane and was planning on changing lanes to get farther away from the merge when my car wheel started jerking to the right. It felt as if someone was pulling with strong force on the wheel. It jerked on and off for a few beats and I was a little shaken because, like I said above, my car never acted like this. I checked to make sure everything was in order: no brake, no “check engine” light or others, no oil change needed (never know), no wind, NOTHING.

As I kept getting this pull on the wheel I got this sinking feeling in, something is not right! I take my foot off the gas and start to think what I should do next. I didn’t want to pull over because I’m almost at the merge, I would wait to get off as soon as possible. By the this time I was pulling back making the car next to me on the left just about a car length ahead of me. Then as I pass the overpass of the next freeway I hear it …

It wasn’t my car but the car in the fast lane, two lanes to my left. Tires squealing, smoking rising, and a SUV spinning out of control in MY lane right where I would have been if I didn’t pull back on the gas. Just then we merged with the other freeway and the out of control SUV hits another car (much bigger than my Yaris Hatchback) and that car spins out of control and launches off the freeway!

After this happened and I saw that everyone was okay I proceeded back onto the freeway still rattled but my car was fine. No more pulling, not since I backed off from the beginning.

Now I started to think WHO, who helped me? Think about it who would be yanking my steering wheel in hopes of getting me off the freeway? I started to thank them (whoever) for being my freeway helper that day just as I was pulling off my exit. I pulled to a stop at the light and noticed the license plate on the car in front of me. There were the letters plain as day R A Y. My grandpa Ray passed away in 1995 but I just felt an instant calming come over me as I knew instantly who saved me.

Thank you grandpa Ray, my Freeway Helper!

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