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Essie (Ace)

    Several weeks after my birthday celebration, my granddaughter Eliya asked me to take her for a swim at our pool...After Al's passing, Karen asked Essie (his devoted care taker) if he would stay: x"In order to keep my mother compony, so she shouldn't be all by herself, in such a big house!" Essie who by now all our family members, agreed and was embraced by us as if he always was a part it... This time however, Essie was not at home and in spit of Ellie's protests, I insisted we go swimming only after he comes back, since we should have  someone near by, when we are in the pool! At one point, after Essie's returned, Ellie and I spent enough time in the water and decided to get out. Essie was carrying  Eliya, whom he wrapped in a big towel and I followed them and was trying to wipe off, the water which was dripping from my hands and legs, when I suddenly slipped and fell down... I have never broken any limb before, but the sharp pain in my left leg, told me it was broken... I called for Essie, who came back running,with Eliya in his arms, and instructed him to phone Karen and Greg, as well as calling for an Ambulance! My pain was telling  me, that it was not just a 'Simple Fall'... After my arrival to the hospital and having my leg 'Exrayed'x I was told that my Left leg was broken in two places! This "Event" took place on the December Seventh; the same day when the horrifying Murder (Rather 'Slaughter') of a group of sleeping young Israelis,who just celebrated an evening of singing and dancing, on their summer vacation...

   When I finally came back home from the hospital, my Granddaughter Eliyah, who was sitting on the sofa began to cry, when she saw the cast on my leg... In spite of the pain,I was doing my best to comfort her: "It will be all right Sweetheart, don't be so scared, I slipped and hurt my leg, not such a big deal! Didn't you ever fall and hurt yourself?" I told her as calmly as I could."But you said that your leg is broken!" Eliyah answered in a trembling X voice,"Don't worry my baby, even if it is broken, the doctor would fix it!" I said. The ambulance took me to the 'Argent Care Clinic'. The 'Ex Rays' showed that my ankle was broken in two places... I was fitted with a 'Temporary Cast' and was allowed to go home and make sure to stay in bed, for the following two weeks, before going back to the hospital, in order to find  out, if the 'Broken Bone' was mending.X"In the case it is not mending as it should be, you will have to    go back to the hospital for surgery!" I was told...

   After returning home I was sleeping most of the time, thanks to the powerful 'Pain Killer Medicine'    which the doctors prescribed... Being an active person, made it challenging, as well ad frustrating, to be restricted to Bed! My friend Helen said that Humanity is about to move, from the 'Third Dimension' which is our present home, to the '5th Dimension'; our Spiritual one..."Your job Shira is to write a book, which would prepare people, for this Highly Important up coming event!" Ellen told me.  Until the accident I   did not find the time to write, since I was always busy; teaching, seeing clients and working on my P.H.D. dissertation...  It almost seemed as if the only way to make me sit and write my book; was to "Break a leg" in order to 'Put me down' and load me with  the 'Spiritual Information', regarding all the "up coming Big Changes", which Humanity is about to go through

   In spite of my optimism and sense of humor, I was having doubts, regarding the 'New Job' I was given of "Preparing people for the Up Coming Journey to the 5th Dimension". In the meantime I was restricted  to Bed' and was experiencing a new and unfamiliar emotion, of feeling sorry for myself. I read a lot, was writing in my blog, watched Television and welcomed my friends and the few family members, who came for a visit... My Playful Inner Child was handing my visitors Crayons and Markers, inviting them  to go  ahead and decorate my cast; a request which they enthusiastically ,fulfilled... It was amusing to watch the joy and 'Childish Excitement', on the face of my 'Grown Up' friends, whose 'Playful Inner kids', were set  free... It seemed as if an invisible door opened up, so they could go back in time, to the care free days of childhood, when there was nothing more exciting, then drawing on the Cast of your friend's broken leg

   Two weeks later, the doctor called to inform me that the Bone, was not mending as it should... A surgery would be necessary after all and I will have to go back to Cedars Sinai Hospital... While in the hospital, I befriended a few of the medical staff members and was sharing with them the information about "Oneness Consciousness and Unconditional Love" My new friends were nodding their heads hesitantly, probably wondering, why I was not 'Locked Up' in the  Psychiatric Word... I found a 'Handful of People' (most of them from  the Cleaning Crew) who were fascinated by my theories of the 'After Life' and asked for  my phone number, so they could come for Hypnosis Sessions, after I leave the hospital.  Back home I was lying in bed, using Al's old wheel chair, to move around and feeling   sorry for myself; an emotion which was foreign to me... Even though I was always an  Avid Reader          I found myself unable to concentrate on a book and was constantly trying to find the 'Right Position'      for    my Broken Leg in the heavy cast...  I was restless and irritable, which was not at all like me and   was spending most of my time in bed; reading, writing, watching television and trying to overcome     my  cfeelings of loneliness  and impatience...  

   On the morning of October 8th, I woke up early, feeling sorry for myself and was turning around in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position for my broken leg   I turned on the television, which during these long weeks of isolation, became my only 'Life Line', to the outside world and was alarmed and shocked, to learn about  the Massacre, which took place at the 'Nova Festival' in Israel, where men, women and children, were brutally attacked, raped and taken hostage to the Tunnels in Gaza  I was calling my family members and friends in Israel to find out how they were doing, realizing that they seemed to be in a state of shock! As the days passed on, more terrifying news began to arrive, describing the Brutality and Torture which the kidnapped Israelis were experiencing, at the hands of the "Hamas Terror Organization"... During the first three months after my surgery, I was in bed with my cell phone next to me and was watching with concern the American and Israeli News chanals on the T.V... In spite   of my usual optimism, I was experiencing moments of deep Sadness and unfamiliar loneliness and was  trying my best, not to sink into Melancholy and Self Pity, which I saw some of my clients, friends and family members, go through from time to time

   Many years ago, my mother told me that "Turning Old is not a Picnic!" When Karen was three years        old, Al and I used to visit his older relatives, who moved to Miami after retirement, in order to escape the cold and freezing winters of New Jersey... I was deeply touched, by the joy and excitement, which these old relatives welcomed us with and the Love they showered on our baby Karen... Their loneliness and longing for their own grandchildren, who lived so far away broke my heart and I was wondering  if Al  and I, would also be going through the same feelings of loneliness, when we become their age... In order to shake away these gloomy thoughts, I was using the two magical wards which I have been using with my clients, as they were under Hypnosis:"Delete Delete!". However, lying alone in bed and looking at the cast on my broken leg, did not encourage my 'Positive Thinker' to show up... What did help, was spending time with my tiny family: Al, Karen, Greg and my Granddaughter Eliyah and catch up with some of the  'New Friends we made....    

   Several mouths would pass before the war in Israel, which was raging for months, will come to an end The Hostages were held in the underground tuneless of Gaza and Israel, seemed to be torn apart politically Many in the south of the country, were killed or wounded, before being evacuated to the center of Israel   It was as if the whole world has been going Mad and the peaceful old way of life, which we experienced  will never come back...The few friends in my age group were having all kinds of Health Issues  like Los Memory ... Our familiar way of life, seemed to have changed forever! Waves of Antisemitism, began to spread  the U.S, Europe and other parts of the world... Violent Demonstrations as well as deep Political Disagreements, were now taking place on a daily basis... On the T.V screen, we could see the violence  and chaos at the High schools and Universities. Dark rumors about an up coming Third World War, were spreading like black clouds, pushed forward by winds of Hatred... I kept on reminding myself that things are not always bad and life seems to go on after all: Kids are busy with their games and the Spring is on it's way, ready to paint over the 'Grayness of winter' beautiful new colors ... Like the rest of the Israelis, I was unable to stop watching the new about the fate of the captured Israeli soldiers, who were kidnapped and taken to Gaza and was trying to keep in touc, with family members and the few close friends I still have in Israel; my beloved, vulnerable small country of birth... 

   Even though I am not Religious, I often closed my eyes and pray for Peace, remindin myself that Hope is stronger then Fear, Laughter wipes away Tears, Joy is greater then Sadness and Love would always  overcomes Hatered...The recovery of my broken leg was taking a long time...  When we celebrated my    granddaughter's  seventh birthday, she said to me: "You know Savta, sixth years old is still young, but Seven... "Wait until you turn Eighty One, like me" I pointed at myself and she burst in to a loud laughter