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Plates of Spaghetti Flying!!

Updated on February 27, 2012

Opps...the Spaghetti went flying!

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The Universe Provides Insight

Within the last few months my personal journey has been paved with many dips in the road. Sadness has come by for a visit several times for a chat over tea, leaving me at moments speechless, and clueless as to what could possibly happen next.

As some of you know I like to refer to my problems in life as flying plates full of spaghetti. In my mind I have options in dealing with a flying plate full of food; I can either dodge the flying plate cleaning the mess off the floor or walls at a later time, grab the plate in flight and devour the spaghetti, or let it land where it may and just walk away from the mess letting it be someone else’s problem to clean up.

For a second night in the last few days I have had the honor to love and nurture a woman who didn't have my insightful secret recipe of spaghetti for dealing with her problems. So distraught with the burdens in her life, thinking her world was coming to an end, she decided to end her life before the world came crashing down on her.

Thanks to her co-worker whose intuition was channeled into this woman energy, phone calls were made and my now patient was found unconscious but alive many hours later. “It just wasn't her time”, God said with a smile!

My first night with my charge was frightening and full of anxiety. I literally hovered over this woman counting every breath she took, and for the ones she didn't I was there to snap her back into reality commanding her to breathe. Respiration zero… please breathe, respiration forty-nine…please slow down, she pulling her oxygen mask off every few moments, my hands gently putting it back on while I smiled at her and said, ”hi”. Together the two of us were entangled in a frenzied dance of survival for hours on end.

Last night I walked into this woman’s room once again after not seeing her for a day. I smiled from ear to ear as my eyes focused on the beauty of my patient sitting up in her bed. She is still weak, and pale, coughing the crud up in her lungs continuously, but she is alive and breathing.

We sat together once again for twelve hours throughout the night the two of us side by side. I rubbed her back, brushed her hair occasionally, just sitting in silence with her until the wee hours of the morning had started to show signs of daylight. Finally after the many hours of silence had become part of the past she looked at me with tears trickling down her face and said, “I feel so stupid for what I have done”. I responded tearfully that everyone has their breaking point and sometimes even the strong get so overwhelmed with their life a time out happens that opens a door for new opportunities of growth to take place in one’s life. I looked directly in her eyes as I told her it had happened to me many, many years ago and look I not only survived, I thrived and blossomed .

We continued our chat for awhile, then cried together, touched and hugged; the two us creating a bond that morning to last a life time. Towards the end of my shift I gifted my patient with a book I had written titled LUMMED, and told her to take it with her on her journey playing it forward for the many kindred spirits she would be meeting in the next few months of her healing process.

As we hugged good-bye a final time later that morning I was amazed at the energy of warmth I felt radiating from my patient's body. A sure sign from God I thought to myself that this broken heart was already on a journey of healing and finding peace through forgiveness of ones transgressions.

Reflecting back...for me the gift of this encounter was knowing the Universe interceded in my life by unfolding a scenario to remind me during a much needed time where I was facing despair that life doesn't end with change. Sometimes that flying plate of spaghetti is really a new beginning in disguise waiting to lead you to discover a rainbow. Reassurance that life doesn't end with problems, sometimes just the opposite happens…life blooms.

The world looks so much brighter, it's actually glowing!


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      Priscill Anne Alvik 4 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      It is how I perceive the negtive aspects in life "Flying Plates of Spaghetti"! Makes them real, controllable, and disposable...giggle!!! You are so kind with your words xstatic....I am humbled!

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      I love the idea of problems as "flying plates of spaghetti." This is so full of compassion and tenderness on your part, and such good writing as well.

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      It is I that am thankful to God for laying me off from my procument job and nudging me in a new direction. Who would have thought at the ripe age of 50 I would find a new journey to dance with.

      There have been days on my way to work where I have thought what is my purpose tonight, and within hours it becomes crystal clear exactly the task assigned for the shift. I find myself talking and nodding to God with approvement that I completely understand as I waltz down the halls of the unit. As as the sun rises I am always thankful that he has used me as His servant to participate in His work here on earth.

      So much joy in my life Mr. D!!! Thank you for taking the time to become part of it. The blessings continue in multitude with your presence being one on the newest!!! Have an awesome day...xoxo me!

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      Dennis L. Page 5 years ago from New York/Pennsylvania border

      I could feel your compassion, tenderness and love of another human being in the words you so eloquently used in your story. Thank you for being in the profession you are in because the world needs more like you.

      In my past profession I was an administrator in the insurance industry and was in charge of handling homicides, suicides and accidental deaths. Needless to say, I have seen too many autopsy's and horrific photos of crime scenes to understand what pushes some over the edge and what keeps others on the positive road of life. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem and in due time, what seems so dire will pass. Of course, it helps a troubled person immensely when they are presented with people like you. Voted up, beautiful and another one that I can't remember. LOL

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      Priscill Anne Alvik 5 years ago from Schaumburg, IL

      Techygran, (BTW I love your name)..thank you so much for popping in and sharing your thoughts with me regarding my submission. I love life and the encounters I have with my many patients. I reassure each one that burdens don't exists in hospitals just gifts for the taking...each one a blessing, a reason to get up and go to work each night.

      Thank you for the warm welcome...I am sure we will be keystroking again soon! xo

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      Cynthia 5 years ago from Vancouver Island, Canada

      Dear Picadilly,

      I enjoyed this lovely story! Bless your heart for really 'being there' for this woman as she went through this time of great distress and hopelessness. Your metaphor of 'the flying plate of spaghetti' is a very interesting one. Nice to have you on Hubpages... voted you up!