The Best Gifts In Life ARE Free!

Martin and I were in Ft Lauderdale and Miami Florida doing several events, one of them being for The 4th Annual Int’l IT’S ALL GOOD DAY, but that is for another post. Whenever we go to the East Coast of Florida I have my guard up. I haven’t forgotten what it was like to live over there even after 12years. You have to be on your guard and be very aware of your surroundings. Sarasota is much more laid back AND safer. Over there I make sure my car doors are locked while driving, walk with my car keys in hand, look around my surroundings constantly with my pitbull, I’ll rip you apart if you come near me, look on my face etc. It’s not the safest of areas to say the least. So when I was asked for help in the Sawgrass Mall bathroom, well, needless to say I was taken aback a little…ok a lot!

Instead of heading home after our gig in Miami Monday night, we decided to head back to Ft Lauderdale to our friend Marty’s house and hang around on Tuesday. Marty’s is where we have been staying when we have gigs on the East Coast of Florida. I don’t like driving during the day, too much traffic and sun, (must be the vampire in me) especially as you head West. So we figured we’d have lunch with Marty then find something we use to do when we lived there and do that for ole times sake. After lunch we decided to go to the famous Sawgrass Mall.

We were surprised at the stores that were no longer there, like Psychic Fair, where Martin launched his psychic career. We walked around and were accosted by all the different kiosks sales people, which really pissed me off. It’s like being in Mexico for chrissakes! I don’t like being harassed when at the Mall, actually I don’t like being harassed at all! Let me look at your stuff without being accosted and I might be interested in it. These kiosk drones are pretty damn aggressive! I don’t want to try your lotion, potion, jewelry cleaner, glass cleaner, shoe shiner, etc.

Martin and I were looking for the restrooms and couldn’t believe how hard those were to find. There wasn’t even one in the food court. Really? You’d think that would be the perfect place for one! Anyway we did finally find them and that is where I had the very unexpected profound experience. The lessons I learned in the Sawgrass Mall bathroom really blew me away. It just goes to show you the difference between men and women bathrooms. If something happens in the men’s room, it’s usually a man getting arrested for lewd behavior. In the women’s room we have profound and powerful experiences. And NO! to my gay friends before they say anything, lewd behavior is NOT a profound and powerful experience! Just sayin!

I was coming out of my stall that was across from the disabled stall. In that stall was a young woman in a wheelchair. As I was coming out she asked me for help. My spidey senses went up because this is something that has never happened to me before, and in Ft Lauderdale when someone needs help it could be a scam. Does she really need help? Or is this a distraction for someone to take my purse. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I had to help her no matter what, I would just be on my guard. I go into the stall and she asks me to help her go to the bathroom. “Ok,” I thought, “she just needs me to hold her wheel chair still. Easy enough.” Ummm na-uh, she needed more help than that.

As I hold her wheelchair, she informs me nonchalantly that she needs me to pull up her skirt AND pull down her underwear. I can’t say panties because that would make it really weird. I have to admit, I was a little taken aback by that one. It was awkward on a few levels, shocking, right? One being the fact that she even asked me, a complete stranger to pull down her underwear, and two, physically it was awkward with the wheelchair and my hair in the way. She cheerfully apologized if this made me uncomfortable. I told her it was no problem, I was just trying to figure out the best and quickest way to get her sorted. It wasn’t an easy task to say the least. Still, I had my guard up and the stall door still wide open, I put my purse on the floor by the sink and I’m jumpin into this one and committing fully to help this young woman pee.

I proceed to pull up her denim skirt and pull down her underwear as she is talking to me. She tells me that she waited too long to go pee and now has to go really, really bad. She was out shopping with her father and he was waiting for her. She told me that she skipped school that day to spend time with her Dad. I told her how I would keep Elatia home from school to spend the day with her. This young woman asked what grade did I do that, and I told her, “ALL of them!” We both laughed as she’s getting situated on the toilet.

I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to go to give her privacy, or if she needed more help. I was thinking I would leave, but that is when she said she needed me to take her underwear completely off. What? Seriously? Ok, I said I was committed to helping her to the end, so I took her wet underwear off, she definitely waited too long. I’m holding wet underwear and asked where she wanted me to put them. Nothing awkward about sharing this moment with a stranger, right? She said to throw them out because she had a clean pair in her backpack that she needed me to get. I washed my hands first before I got them for her, in case you were wondering. That is when I said to her, “Hmm you’ve done this before haven’t you?” She laughed and said she always has to be prepared for things like this. I told her she was a smart woman and we should all be so prepared!

I go to hand her, her clean, dry, underwear and decided, oh hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I went to put them on her instead, I had gone this far, might as well finish the job right? It’s not like she could have put them on herself that easily. I think she might have had MD. So I helped her get her underwear on, pull her skirt back down, and get her back into her wheelchair. Once she was all together, she thanked me and took off like a bat outta hell. It was funny to see how fast she was in her chair. I was behind her walking out and saw her father. I said to her, “That’s not your Dad! He looks too young to be your Dad!” She replied, “Yup that’s him!” He was a handsome, thin, young looking man with long dread locks, the musician looking type. He was quiet and just smiled. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Martin said, “you two acted like you were bff’s. What did you do in there?” I then proceed to tell him what I did. He’s looking at me waiting for the punchline. I had to tell him, “No, seriously! That is what I did for her. There is no punchline.” He had the same look on his face that I probably had when she asked me for help!

Martin and I go outside to sit for a minute and we discuss what had just happened. That is when it starts to hit me how profound this experience really was. It has taken me days to take it all in and write about it.

Here is this woman with special needs who was cheerful and full of joy, even though she peed herself, and needed the help of a stranger. It didn’t effect her mood in the least! I was blown away how freely she asked a complete stranger for help with such a personal thing without being apologetic about it. She just took it all in stride and with such grace, a grace I had only seen once before while in the hospital with Andrew. *wipes tear* Talk about knowing how to receive! What an amazing lesson that one thing was. But there was more lessons to be had.

Society would label her mentally challenged or slow, but after watching her and how she was, it is us, the mainstream public that is mentally challenged and slow! These so called “challenged” people come from such a pure space of love, what is so challenging about that? Oh yeah, US! WE are the challenged ones because it is US that have a problem being that open, that trusting, and coming from a place of that kind of pure love!

Even with all the challenges this beautiful soul has in life, she goes out into the world with an open mind and open heart talking to all who come across her path. How many people really do that? Andrew was like that when he was little. I admired that in him. Lesson #2 and #3! Lessons Andrew lived so very well, it’s your choice to be happy or sad, to be open or closed, to be pleasant or miserable. It is YOUR choice how to be in the world, it’s not your circumstance that decides it, only YOU! Lesson # 3? Not to be afraid to be vulnerable and open. I am humbled by this young woman. I couldn’t have learned this much all day at a HayHouse event listening to the A-list metaphysical speakers! Then again I did have a front row seat to the teachings of an Avatar, so it’s pretty hard to impress me now, but this young woman did.

I wasn’t just a stranger helping someone in need that day, we were two souls interacting together on a deep and very personal, soulful level. There really are no words to adequately describe how I feel about this experience, it has touched me in ways I never thought possible, deep within my soul. This young woman, whose name I never got, gave me so many gifts that day that are still unfolding, and I will forever be grateful to her for allowing me to be a part of her life, even for that brief moment. Our paths will probably never cross again this lifetime, but maybe perhaps she will be one of the 5 people I meet in heaven!


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4 Responses to The Best Gifts In Life ARE Free!

  1. Pureheart says:

    That is a great and profound story. Powerful story telling wee woman

  2. Lori says:

    Thank you for sharing such an amazing story. I am deeply touched as usual by what you have shared.

  3. Nina says:

    Touching story – gifts come in all sorts of ways, look at what happened to me. Thanks for sharing your special moment with this young lady with us.

  4. admin says:

    I was so deeply touched by this experience that I had to share. Our greatest teachers are not always in the class room, but right in front of us if we are willing to see them. I am so happy that I was able to be so present in the moment to take it all in!

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