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I Was Traumatized (and Ultimately Healed)
It was pretty traumatic. I couldn’t stop crying all night.
I was stuck in an Uber in horrible traffic after some rain in Bogota. According to Waze, it would take me over an hour to get home by Uber whereas my apartment was about a 15 to 20-minute walk away.
I decided to walk homey.
This was a big mistake!
What I didn’t know is that a levee broke and there was flooding around the city as the water raced off the mountains and filled city streets. I crossed a major avenue wading through knee high water.
When I finally made it home, I laid down and felt the full extent of my pain.
Tears ran down my cheeks.
I wasn’t crying for the physical pain. I actually have pretty high tolerance for pain. I had 3 children naturally, with no drugs, and I was fine.
I cried because nobody offered to help.
I cried because even if they did, I would never let a stranger here take me home. That would be giving major papaya.
I cried because I felt alone and abandoned in a foreign country.
I cried because a neighbor told me how she once laid on the sidewalk for two hours after a fall without anybody coming to her assistance.
I cried because another neighbor told me that when her mom fell in the streets, she was pick-pocketed by the people who “helped” her get up.
I cried because I felt so disappointed in humanity.
And it seemed that once I started crying, I couldn’t stop.
I cried for victims of violence and victims of war. I cried for everybody who doesn’t feel safe when they leave their house. Or even in their own homes.
I cried for my inner child and all the ways she felt alone and abandoned and abused.
I thought that I healed these wounds years ago but it seems that there’s always more in me to feel and to heal.
And then I received a call from my closest friend in Colombia. She’s like a sister to me.
She offered me love and support. She gave me advice on how to take care of my sprain, said that she would leave her phone on all night in case I needed anything and changed her own long-standing medical appointment to take me to the orthopedic clinic the next day. She sat with me for three hours through every step of the process of diagnosing my sprain and getting my removable cast on.
I allowed her caring and love to heal me.
All we have to do is get ourselves in alignment with their energy and we will attract wonderful people wherever we go.
What about you? Can you see the beauty of the world even in the midst of pain? If not, what do you need to cultivate within yourself so that you can?
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