Once, as an adult, when I was alone and riding my bike on a county road, my wheel slid off of the road and into gravel as I was going about 27 miles an hour. Both bones in my forearm, the ulna and the radius, fractured as well as my wrist bone. As I looked at both of my bones exposed, my awareness automatically dropped into the heart center. At the time of the accident, I had used heart-centered practices for 20 years. So at this moment, I experienced a calmness of emotion and took action by placing the bones back into my arm and bracing my arm on my chest as I began walking to locate the nearest house.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors reported that I was lucky to be alive. I didn’t understand this, as I believed I only had a broken arm, but they informed me that I should have gone into shock, become nauseous, passed out and being alone in a remote area, I would not have gotten help. 

I attribute my heart-centered practice to my ability to save my life, not once but several times, as I discussed in the previous posts on violence in the culture.