Updated: Sep 9
It was the summer I turned thirteen, and little did I know, it would become a season of profound transformation that would shape my entire life.
I remember it like it was yesterday, the sun-drenched days and endless possibilities that stretched before me. That summer, I decided to take my older brother's 10-speed bike for a spin. It was a towering beast, far too tall for my still-growing frame, and I was armed with nothing more than a flimsy backpack-like tote slung over my shoulder. In hindsight, it was a daring move for someone with a reputation of being a klutz.
As I pedaled my way down the familiar road, about a mile from our house, fate intervened. The tote, sliding down my left arm, decided to tangle itself in the front tire. The result? An abrupt stop that sent me flying over the handlebars. My face met the unforgiving asphalt, leaving my lips, chin, and nose scraped raw, and my teeth shattered into fragments, some of which ended up lodged in my eyes.
What followed was a journey that would challenge me physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. For the next 17 months, my parents became my unwavering pillars of support, guiding me through a remarkable blend of traditional healing methods and alternative practices.
Each day, they sat by my side, teaching me to visualize myself as whole, to feel the warmth of my smile, and to summon the courage to let my nerve endings respond as needed. Through meditations that delved deep into the essence of self-discovery, they helped me embrace the person I was on the outside, while revealing the strength within to the world.
To look at me now, most people wouldn't guess the extent of that transformative summer. They don't see the scars, nor do they know that my entire upper row of teeth is a masterpiece of dental implants. (For the curious, I'm happy to share the name of the brilliant dentist behind this miracle – my third set of teeth, no less!) No one would guess that the tip of my nose no longer has feeling or that my upper lip occasionally twitches, a silent testament to the trials I've . . . faced.
The doctors marveled at my recovery, calling it nothing short of miraculous. They claimed their fair share of the credit for my healing, but the truth was more profound. My youth played a significant role, and my mother's unwavering insistence on keeping me out of the sun for eight long weeks, coupled with the daily application of vitamin E oil, proved invaluable. Above all, it was the power of intention in meditation and visualization practices that held the key to my transformation.
This journey left an indelible mark on me, one that has compelled me to share my story and the practices of my family throughout my life. It serves as a testament to the incredible potential we all possess to heal from within, even as we work in harmony with skilled professionals.
As I reflect on that fateful summer, I can't help but see it as a crucible that forged my resilience and taught me the profound impact of belief, intention, manifestation, visualization, and the incredible power that resides within us all. My transformation wasn't just about healing my body; it was about discovering the strength of my spirit. It's a lesson I've carried with me ever since, a beacon of hope that guides me through the challenges of life, reminding me that we have the power to overcome, to heal, and to become whole once more.