A turning point.....a true story!

As I was packing, I came across an old journal. It has a pretty cool story in it so I thought Id share, I've always liked to write but this story stuck out, it was definitely a turning point in my life....not really in a good way either.

The sound of brakes screeching and a loud crash interrupted my nightly ritual of making dinner. My inner voice said "You have to go". Who knew that sound would begin an internal collision in me. A collision of who I had been, what I had become, and how it was all about to change. I ran out of my house just in time to see a large dark figure land in the street. At first, I thought it was a baby carriage. My head cleared, I continued running closer, I could make out a man laying in the road. His motorcycle down 30ft behind him. He was badly injured. His limbs lay in abstract directions, surrounded by blood. A large piece of  plastic had punctured his helmet, appearing to be imbedded in his head. I knelt next to the man and said "I'm an H.H.P and I'm here to help." Now, having just graduated from school, I could officially attach the label; Holistic Health Practitioner to my name. A man of the other side of his body immediately lashed out at me. "I know what you are. You get the fuck outta here." Completely taken a back by his accusing tone, I backed up for a moment. The cruel bystander began fumbling around, grasping at the injured mans arm. The bone was obviously protruding, as he grabbed it he would ask, "Can you feel this?" Worried, I stepped closer, kneeling next to the wounded man. "What's your name?" I asked. He was conscious but very confused. "Peter" he replied. "Peter, my name is Holly. You have been in an accident. You are ok. You just need to stay still." I comforted.  The angry man, still on the other side of Peter, barked at me. "Get away from him you Bitch, I know what you are. I know what you do...I know you." Peter was suffering, in a whisper he pleaded, "Please, Stop Fighting!" Again, I backed off, trying to maintain some sort of peace to a darkening situation. The aggressive man began ranting about how he was a medic in the military. He began to attack Peter with a spew of questions. "Do you know where you are?" Do you know what day it is?" Do you know what happened?" Peter's eyes rolled back in his head. His head began turning slowly back and forth as he moaned..." I don't know" and started to cry. I could see panic spread over his face. At this point, Mr. Ex-military began to remove his helmet, which as I mentioned had been pierced. I lunged forward and growled "Do not touch him."  I knew if he moved that helmet anymore, he could kill Peter. Mr. Ex-military swung his arm at me yelling "Get out of here Bitch." Just in time, the ambulance arrived. As they put Peter on to the gurney, I went into a daze. It was as if I was watching him in an old silent movie. Time moved so slowly. They lifted him into the ambulance, people surrounded me. They all began speaking at once. "That guy was an asshole... You did the right thing....Are you ok?" I could hear them but it seemed so far away. At that moment, the EMT's had cut Peters shirt open. The most heavenly light came pouring out of the material as it separated. Glorious bright white light shot out of Peter's chest. In that one second, it was all I could see, all I could hear. Shinning like a thousand diamonds, ringing with the sweet sound of bells laid a very simple silver cross on Peter's chest. In that split second, I experienced something that is indescribable with words. It was mind-blowing, then it was gone. The ambulance doors closed. My ears flooded with the voices of the people around me. In the blink of an eye, time jumped back to it's normal pace. However, I would never be the same. I walked away for the accident scene...fuzzy...being bombarded with comments and questions. I mumbled "Did you see that cross?" Dazed and confused I made it back to my duplex. I felt delirious and overwhelmed.  When inside, I broke down sobbing. My boyfriend at the time asked in a condescending tone "Why do you do stuff like that if your just gonna cry?" I looked at him, I saw the truth. He didn't really know me. He didn't understand. In that moment, I knew our relationship was over. I had become a healer. After a year of intensive self-realization, meditation, schooling, self healing and repair, I had become a healer. Now, here was my first experience outside of the peaceful walls of school. It was the first time I had attached the initials H.H.P to my name. My boyfriend put me down. Even worse, the world criticized me. That angry ex-military having a flashback jerk passed judgment on me. Now, you would think this is the part of the story where I have an epiphany. No, I'm writing this 5 years later. At that time, I became filled with self doubt and loneliness. My relationship was over. The relationship I had isolated myself in for way too long ended. I had no friends. In addition I was filled with fear. Fear of my intuition. Fear of my ability. Afraid and full of grief, I turned to my old buddy; drugs. This time it was different. It wasn't fun. It was an all out consumption of my soul. I remained a healer but destroyed myself.

So...that's it...it has notes for more but that's all that was written in story form. Incident happened about 14 years ago. Obviously, I have rebuilt from said destruction.