Alternate Reality

After my Dad had his first stroke, he came home a different man. It was very scary in the hospital. I know my Mom was wondering if she was going to be taking home the equivalent of a baby when this was all done. Her sister, my aunt, was taking care of her husband after a stroke and he was wheelchair bound and very hard to understand. Was this going to be her life too?

But he didn't turn out that way. He could walk and talk and lead a very normal life. What happened next was surprising. He started to become effusive. He kept complimenting my Mom and telling her he loved her. He really started to do that with everyone. Now you might think that this was because of a near death experience and he was feeling lucky. It might have been. You hear that happens with a lot of NDEs.

I just finished watching an episode of "Castle" on ABC. The show was centered around the premise that the main character had gone to an alternate reality where his girlfriend didn't know him and his daughter practically disowned him. When he came back to his reality, he was changed. He proposed to and married his girlfriend.

Should we have to go to an alternate reality or have a near death experience to appreciate what we have? Look around you. No matter what your experience, you have things to be thankful for. You really don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. It is time to WAKE UP from that sleep walking you have been doing, look around you and be thankful. If you have a good imagination, imagine yourself waking up from a nightmare, an alternate reality or a near miss and realize that you have everything you need to change your life and to live effusively.

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