This touched me on a few levels. I moved to New York in 1981 and also lived in Hell's Kitchen, not far from the area she described. It was indeed a seedy and dangerous place. I myself had a close call one night as I was walking my dog.
More importantly, I could not get over the synchronicity of finding this in my inbox this morning, as last night I feel I had a brush with death. It was not an official "near-death experience" in that I didn't leave my body, but a physical condition suddenly gripped me and it seemed as if I was near the end.
I uttered a healing prayer and the situation just dissipated and I fell peacefully asleep. I can only imagine that I was touched by some power or being greater than myself. I guess it is not quite yet my time to go.
Thanks to Tracy Cochran for bravely relating an experience that worldly unbelieving people would readily scoff at. I completely believe in accounts such as these and I'm grateful and ennobled each time I hear one.
On Jun 21, 2013 Juliet wrote:
This touched me on a few levels. I moved to New York in 1981 and also lived in Hell's Kitchen, not far from the area she described. It was indeed a seedy and dangerous place. I myself had a close call one night as I was walking my dog.
More importantly, I could not get over the synchronicity of finding this in my inbox this morning, as last night I feel I had a brush with death. It was not an official "near-death experience" in that I didn't leave my body, but a physical condition suddenly gripped me and it seemed as if I was near the end.
I uttered a healing prayer and the situation just dissipated and I fell peacefully asleep. I can only imagine that I was touched by some power or being greater than myself. I guess it is not quite yet my time to go.
Thanks to Tracy Cochran for bravely relating an experience that worldly unbelieving people would readily scoff at. I completely believe in accounts such as these and I'm grateful and ennobled each time I hear one.
Thank you.