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TIME AND SPACE STAND STILL

Excerpts from the Book

introduction

 

This book is about some of the experiences I had on my spiritual journey of remembering during roughly the last twelve months. Some, not even close to all, of the concepts I learned, thoughts , conversations and experiences I had gradually manifested themselves into the stories, poems, essays and other little oddities included in this little tome. I just wrote things down, because the ideas popped into my head and it seemed appropriate to write them down – divine inspiration, you might say. The idea of a book did not occur to me until somewhere farther along in the process.

 

Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes – but not often - the reason is immediately apparent. Other times the reason will elude you for years and then; when you least expect it, it sneaks up on you in a blinding flash of the obvious. Then there are those times when something happens that is so insanely, horrifically incomprehensible, that you can’t imagine any rational reason could ever exist for what has happened. You are left feeling that life is nothing but a painfully twisted cruel lesson in futility. Everyone has gone through each of those scenarios countless numbers of times; each experience being a variation on one of the basic themes. You may not agree with the idea, but the truth is that everything does happen for a reason.

 

For me, something happened one year ago on a Sunday in November, 2006. The reason, however, has yet to slap me upside the head. A normal day became the kind of day that few will – or, should have to – ever experience. I will not dwell on the details here, but, in short, the doctors say I arrived in the Emergency Room with only a few minutes left. And by “left” I don’t mean that the hospital cafeteria was about close. 16 blood transfusions that day, three days of intubation and sedation, and waking up with pneumonia from aspirating blood into my lungs should sum up the gravity of the situation – more or less. Interestingly, for me, the possibility of death never even crossed my mind; before, during or after the ordeal. There was no near death experience. There was no white light. While I had the physical trauma, I know that Cara – a former ER nurse for nine years in that unit – more than overcompensated for my lack of emotional trauma and I regret that she, the rest of my family and my friends had to go through that...

 

 

Copyright © 2007 by Dave Dorgan.

 

 

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