I am grateful for the woman with the calm and kind voice on the 911 call, who told me what to do. To the paramedics who appeared minutes later and carried Tim onto a stretcher, down rain-covered steps and into the ambulance. To all the drivers I saw on the highway as I followed behind the flashing red and blue lights, every single car that pulled aside and let them pass. To the doctor and nurses, to that entire building full of people trained in caring for humans that we found ready and waiting to help us. To that young doctor who did the MRA scan and found most of the ribs on Tims left side broken but miraculously the lungs full, miraculously the inner organs unaffected. I am grateful to the Family of Morins and Tyrrells who texted, called, said they’d do anything, and a global community of sangha jewels who sent Buddha’s blessings, mantras of protection. I’m grateful to my teacher for teaching me how to sit and hold love in my heart and know that life is simply about these moments, how developing wisdom and compassion and helping those in need is the real meaning of our lives. And now home, with Tim by my side. Gratitude.
In the two weeks since, I have met my Dharma practice in a way I've never met it before. And by this I mean that my Dharma and meditation practice has come to life in a new way.