I used to play a video game called Frogger where you had to maneuver around obstacles and not get killed trying to cross the road. It was only a game but my heart would pound when there were near misses, or near-death experiences. If I played it enough, I got used to the patterns and knew when to try to cross the road and when to stay put and when the alligator would pop up in the water after I crossed the road. We get used to the patterns in our own lives as well. We figure out not to over-do it in extreme heat of summer, not to stand out in the lightning storm, not to let our bodies get depleted of food and water. What we cannot predict, though, are those moments when life throws us a curve ball. Sometimes we are just plugging along like the little Frogger guy, weaving in and out of traffic with our heart pounding and we miscalculate one thing that will smash us. That is what happened to me this week. I moved one item in my house, the cat bed, to a different location. Just as I was ready to relax and call it a night I went to turn off the computer and there was the bed where it was not normally at, causing me to trip and smash onto the tile floor. I heard the crack on the back of my head, knew it was bad, felt the blood rushing out of my body from my head wound and no one was there to help me out. I didn’t have my phone nearby so there was no way to call for help. In Frogger, the little guy gets another life after he’s smashed until all his lives are used up. I remember thinking “I am not going to die like this. This is not the end” and everything in me called out for help because there was no way I could get up on my own. For me to come up to my feet off a floor requires a lot of pushing or pulling onto an object because my knees are not strong. There was nothing around me, just flat floor. The next thing I knew, I was standing on my feet. I cannot explain it because there is no explanation other than divine intervention. I knew the cut was bad, blood was going everywhere and I knew it had to be stopped so I walked to the bathroom and got a towel to stop the bleeding. When I felt the back of my head, I knew it was split wide open, which they confirmed in the ER and placed 8 staples to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
When we are in the moment of a near-death experience we have choices. I could have chosen to just give up, lay there and bleed out and let that be it. Lights out. Something inside me said no, not now. I have so much left to do. I choose to stay and it was in that moment that I was lifted up. I made the decision and my angels did the rest. It was the only way for me to continue on and it wasn’t the easiest way either. Easy would have been to close my eyes and say good night. After I got up and walked to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and said in my Lisa Nichols voice “I’m still here. I’m still standing.” I know by whose power I am here and I am grateful for whatever time I have left that I can spend that time in spreading love and light. That is my mission and I will spend every moment fulfilling it. All my Frogger lives are not used up yet. I love you. Namaste