Help! I've fallen and I can't get up.

Trip Start Jul 22, 2009
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Last month while I was in Gimli I went for a bike ride. As I was leaving Idle Wheels trailer park I told my brother and sister-in-law that I'd be back in about 2 hours. About 2 1/2 hours later I returned after exploring the towns of Gimli and Winnipeg Beach. I find out that my brother had been worried about me when I didn't return within 2 hours.

Jump forward 1 week, same place, same situation. This time I tell my brother before leaving that I always have my cell phone with me and that I'd call if I got into trouble. He says, yea, what if you're lying in a ditch somewhere?

A half hour into my ride I stop and text message my brother, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up."

He didn't find that funny.

Back at the campground an hour or so later we have a talk. Why is it that just because we are nearby that he worries if I'm a little late but I can be alone half way around the world and he doesn't?

My mom is the opposite. She worries less when I'm nearby then when I'm alone in some far away place. In my mind the probability of something happening whether I'm far or near would be the same. If it's meant to happen, it will. We have no control.

In my last entry I wrote about the next step in my 12-step program...empathy. God/the Universe, wanting to confirm that I'm right always provides a lesson.

I post the entry and am heading to Katrine's for supper. I decide to go check my mail at the UPS Store in the Westhills Shopping Centre. I get into an accident just before arriving at the store. What happened?

Just as I'm about to turn into a parking space in front of the store I see this body flying across the hood of my car. A female cyclist who works at Starbucks a few doors down from the UPS Store rode into the right front of the car as I made a slow turn into the spot. She just clipped the front car tire and went flying. A witness called the ambulance and police even though the young woman insisted that she was OK and could just walk home. Woman gets checked by the ambulance attendant and then her mom arrives. We're now waiting for the police to finish his investigation. I didn't see a scratch on the young cyclist and no damage to her expensive road bike.

The police officer gets out of his car and into the lingerie store I'm parked in front of. The 2 sales clerks in the store are also witnesses and the store has a security video. Police officer walks back to his car and mentions it shouldn't be must longer, it's for my own benefit.  Then the young and beautiful lingerie store clerks come outside. One of them comes and gives me a hug and says everything will be OK. Now that was odd. Enjoyable, but odd.

Police officer comes over and gives me a copy of the accident report. Says I can leave. The he goes and chats with the young cyclist. Looks like she's at fault.

The funny thing (OK. Not really funny) about this situation was that earlier in the morning I was having a conversation with someone about this being one of my worse fears while I'm bike riding. That is, being hit by someone and flying through the air. And so, I really empathized with the young woman that hit me. And it must have shown since I did receive that hug from that young and beautiful sales clerk.

Was the accident my fault? Was it hers? Or was it just something that happened? I hadn't seen her at any time prior to turning into that parking space. I hadn't gone more then 20 kmp/h at any time while in that parking lot. She also lived quite close, no more then a few blocks away. Does her mother worry about her each time she goes out on her bike?

Something else happened that day after I posted that blog entry. Someone posted a comment on the entry stating I should check out this book on the Divine Will. What are the odds that someone would read my entry right after I posted it and be, themselves, an author writing about the Divine Will?

The other thing was getting an email from my mother. Now that wasn't very much of a surprise. She mentions that I should make sure that I'm doing God's Will and not mine. 

How do we know when we are doing God's Will and when we are doing what we want? It isn't like, on odd days of the year I'll be doing God's Will and on even days I'll be doing what I want. Didn't God give us free will? You know, the ability to do what WE want? I've never heard a voice telling me, "Hey, this is God speaking, this is what I want you to do at this time."

Really, how do we know when we are doing God's Will, or for that matter, doing what WE should be doing in life? God gave us Free Will for a reason. He/she knows the reason. At what point in time do we start knowing that we are doing God's Will and not our own? If we're only suppose to do God's Will then why did he give us Free Will? Since he gave us Free Will, wouldn't the logical conclusion to that theory be that everything we do would be doing God's Will? God is never wrong. Therefore, Free Will = God's Will!

Then we have Divine Will. This is different from doing God's Will, or so I've been lead to believe from something I haven't read yet. I'll expand on that later, once I've done more research.

What I did read about the Divine Will is that once you've receive that gift from God you can no longer do wrong. Was that the other part of the lesson I had to learn with the car accident? That I am right? The police officer confirming that it wasn't my fault? Still not enough proof, in my mind, that I've received the gift of Divine Will from God. Only time will tell.

Think It! Feel It! Live It! Love It!

PS. Why is it that most of my angels are young & beautiful? A hug from an older store clerk would have been appreciated but wouldn't have had the same effect. I've created a life where beautiful young women give me hugs. Why do I say that? History repeats itself. Read my European Motorcycle Expedition where I saw an older woman fly through the air after being hit by a car and all the hugs I received from gorgeous young women in the hostels I stayed in.

I do live a CHARMED life!

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