Grateful, A Story

There once was a very very happy newly wed couple that went on a little honeymoon.

They found a beautiful island that had views like so:

As they love walking together, they discovered deserted beaches like so:

As nature lovers they took it all in, with lots of natural beauty like so:

And honeymoons/vacations are just made for romantic meals in perfect settings serving fresh local food and beverages like so:

Walking, swimming, talking, reading, kissing, loving on one another, sunshine, turquoise waters, eating, drinking and relaxing, simply remove all of life’s worries from you……

Sometimes, the universe has a way to grab you firmly and say: BE GRATEFUL and count your blessings, because all of it, is but a fleeting moment in time.

The happy couple was going dancing on a Saturday night. The small island did not have “resorts” or dance clubs. The way to celebrate the Saturday night, was for all the island guests to get together with the locals over a few beers, a small shack on a hill overlooking the ocean, a dance floor covered in sand and music that wasn’t quite in the top 40 anymore. Wonderful, relaxed and unpretentious. No cultures clashing, just genuine people laughing, talking and dancing. The island is very small, there are only just a few cars, and the mode of transportation is by golf carts in various stages of dilapidation.

The happy couple danced for a while, met a few people and than decided to join a group to go dancing at another place which was close to a local BBQ stand that opened late to feed all the late night revelers. For the entire stay the couple had decided NOT to rent a golf cart, as walking is their preferred mode of transport. That particular night though, as the other people in the group got in their golf carts, the happy couple was offered a ride. They sat on the back of a golf cart that did not have a roof nor a t-bar protecting the back seat passengers…

The island is quite hilly, and since it got established in the late 1600, you can imagine the many cobblestone streets and their condition. The golf cart was going down hill at approximately 25-30 miles an hour. Traffic drives on the left side of the street. The newly wed wife was sitting on the drivers side of the golf cart on the back. As the golf cart hit a bump in the road, it also made a sharp left turn…

As the golf cart turned, the wife started sliding and her husband tried to grab her hand, but it was to late. She spun right of the vinyl covered back seat and like a perfectly thrown frisbee, made a full revolution in the air and sailed 5 and a half feet through the air about 4 feet off the ground.

The husband’s heart stopped, because time actually stood still. Time stood SO TRULY still that he watched her perfectly horizontal body flying through the air and LAND across the street. The landing made no noise. There was no scraping and no thump. As if “something” was literally underneath her, she “landed” softly  with the grace of an olympic gymnast after a routine. The landing did have enough force for her not to keep her head up and the bottom of her chin came down on the road below it. Like a boxer receiving an uppercut, this split the bottom of her chin open. The husband and others came running to help her on her feet. The blood flowed from her chin. We were inside a house of a good samaritan within 30 seconds who opened an emergency kit. The husband gently cleaned the wound but he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the minimal amount of damage, about a 1 inch laceration. He fashioned some butterfly stitches from several band aids. Once home, the wife went to sleep, not aware of what she had just magically lived through or been saved from.

The next morning the couple hugged and hugged each other and cried and cried. Somehow on that Saturday and second to last night of their honeymoon, the universe had different plans for them. What could have been a true tragedy, ended in a miraculous moment of universal intervention. (we found out later that about 5 people per year die from falling out of golf carts and many visitors suffer massive injuries also)

We are not religious people, we have perhaps a more “universal” and “spiritual” outlook on life. We do however strongly both believe, in “entities/energies that assist our development” for the time we are here in this life. As much as we both FEEL that in our hearts…we now believe it with all of our soul. What happened to us is beyond explanation. Certain physical laws I now understand are NOT always a definite. We have this notion that gravity, and the structure of matter are fixed, I now know that this is not so.

My teacher used to say to me “miracles are as real as our belief in them”. Was my wife saved by a miracle? What is a miracle anyway? After flying 5 and a half feet through the air, I truly can’t understand nor explain why there was not a SINGLE SCRAPE on her body. Her dress that she “slid” on the street on, had no sign of a tear or of any friction what so ever! NONE! There was no scrape on her knee, not on her thigh, not on her elbow. Nothing but the cut under her chin. I believe that night the universe had a different plan for her.

That Sunday afternoon I was overcome with emotion and gratitude. A gratitude so deeply felt, that it has already changed the course of our lives.

Sometimes when life is just perfect, we get reminded how terribly fragile it really is.

Be grateful everyday for what you have, even when life isn’t perfect, there are so many things to be grateful for.

The universe works in mysterious ways. ENJOY the ride! Marvel at how chaotically perfect it really is. The paradox of life is never ending.

“Anyone who doesn’t believe in miracles… Is not a realist” David Ben-Gurion

3 thoughts on “Grateful, A Story

    1. Natalie, it was truly a miracle.

      That conch salad is the best I’ve ever had. We will be back there 🙂


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