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I’ve decided to let you all know me just a little bit better with today’s post.
My life’s been hard, but as I look back I can see it’s been full of second chances.
I liked to jump my ponies over little irrigation ditches during my pre-teenage years. One day the pony didn’t make it over the ditch. The next thing I remember is I was sitting on my bed playing with my Barbie dolls with a friend. I imagine I asked her what was going on, or when she came over.
She told me I had been saying really weird things. I obviously still didn’t have much sense about me because I don’t remember asking her what I’d been saying. All I know is that my pony was already unsaddled, tended to, and put away. I’ve guessed he fell over a ditch and my senses were knocked out of me. After that I somehow managed to get him home, take care of him, and put him in the corral.
After I regained my senses all was okay after that, and I had a second chance at life.
I received another second chance at life on the night in 1979 when I attended a Tupperware Party at a friend’s house. I had a choice on that night of who I would accept a ride home with. I could have ridden home with my straight sister-in-law, or with the party’s hostess, who liked to party like I did.
The choice I made, with the hostess, ended in the hospital after she lost control of her car and went into a lake. I suffered a near-fatal Traumatic Brain Injury, the other passenger broke her neck, and the driver (party hostess) wasn’t hurt.
The doctors told my parents on that night that they didn’t expect me to make it through the night. My family stayed by my side; I’m supposing they were in prayer. My sisters stayed and talked to me while I was in my coma.
I don’t remember any of that, but what I do remember is Jesus. No bright lights. No trip to heaven. No visualizations of others who passed before me. He simply stood by my side until I woke.
I’ve reasoned my NDE happened like that because it wasn’t my time to leave this life, yet. I needed rest so I could recover and he came to me so I would rest in complete calm until I woke. I’m unable to explain the peace I experienced while He stood beside me. I’m certain it was nothing like anyone living has ever experienced.
My parents had been told that if I did wake, I would have seizures; I’ve never had one. And I have since raised a family, earned a BA at the University of Washington, and become a published author. My life of partying as I knew it before is no more.
I had another second chance at life.
Fast forward to the end of my marriage where I raised that family. My daughter estranged herself from me at that time. I’ve reasoned she did so because I immediately met someone else she didn’t like. I grew to love this man during our relationship which lasted going on 13 years.
I was left heartbroken when he dropped the Breakup Bomb. During my time of grief over the death of our relationship, I’ve recognized that this horrible time in my life just might be what needed to happen in order for me to regain the mother/daughter relationship I have craved.
I’ve been given a second chance for that.
I’ve been a born again Christian since my coma and I attend weekly Bible Study and Sunday School classes. One Sunday School class recently spoke to me. I don’t recall the verse or its content, or what our discussion centered on, but I do remember how I heard that with the end of my last relationship; I’d been given a second chance at making my life right with God.
I’d been given my fourth second chance.
As you look back, can you see all the second chances you’ve had?