I went to a hospital to visit a doctor friend of mine. While waiting for him, I saw a young woman in a wheelchair, both her legs in plaster casts, leaving the examination room. With medical documents on her lap, she’s been left in the waiting room to wait for her husband, who was already on his way to the hospital. The woman cried so hard and so loud that I felt as if I had no choice but talk to her.
“What has happened to you?”
“A car hit me while I was taking out the garbage, breaking both my knees,” she was now yelling through her tears.
At that moment her husband came in, and hastily wheeled her down the hall. I was utterly shocked, not so much at what had happened to her, because I realised a long time ago that everything happened for a reason, but rather because her biofield was completely shattered, full of anger and rage, in addition to a wide array of negative emotions. This is not going to be quick recovery, I thought to myself. Continue reading “You Can Go Only So Fast”
