A Beautiful Day to Be Alive

I've been sick for the last 3 weeks. On September 29th, which happens to be my anniversary (34 years illegally and 26 yearls legally) I spent my day in town waiting to be fitted into my busy doctor's schedule.

It was going to be 3 hours until I could get in, I had another appointment that morning, and it is an hour drive home..so I decided to spend my time in town. Not an easy feat considering I was so ill with asthma and bronchitis. I decided to go to the library.

It was here that I had settled in a light and airy corner of the library right underneath a series of huge windows. The view was the various campus shops and students milling about. This particular day, I was pretty down spiritually. You see, I've always had issues with my lungs, and fears of drowning, fears of not being able to breathe. I understand of course that this course is a karmic one, something to work out from a previous life of drounding. Easier said than done!

I've just completed my third level of Reiki, very excited to begin my journey in the future of teaching, but before that can happen, I have some issues to deal with, namely the karmic issue. I will be working on sending the Reiki back to access the Akashic records, to heal this left over annoyance of my existence. That Saturday I had attended our monthly Reiki Share, receiving energy as well as giving it. My Reiki before the class prevented any coughing or breathing issues for that two hours. So this is where the issue comes in. Why wasn't the Reiki taking this issue from me? It should be gone. This was going to be a bumpy road to access the solutions.

So sitting there, looking out the window, feeling sorry for myself and pondering what I am to do next in this big show called life, my attention was drawn to this man that was sitting next to me.

This gentleman was clearly homeless, dissheveled, not clean, and a few bags with his contents beside him. In his arms were books on religion, blessings and other uplifting titles. He clearly was a Baptist or curious about subject according to the first book in his lap. I wondered about his life, what brought him to his predicament. I wondered if he had family, if he had any contact with those who loves him. I wondered how many people were disdainful of him, condescending and thoughtless. I wondered what I could say to him to make his day brighter.

At that moment, his eyes met mine as he stood up and looked out of the window. He had such a smile come over his face as he looked at me and said hello. I said hello.

"Isn't it a wonderful day to be alive?" As our eyes met for a second time, I then understood. Yes it was a wonderful day to be alive, what else is there? You find angels in curious places, your messages in life come to you when you least expect it.