Weekword: Discomfort

This week's word, Discomfort, was hosted by Sally of Sow and Sew. She's correct in saying it's much easier to write about happy words. Looking back through my posts for the week I realized I had been dancing with emotional discomfort for part of the week. Until it dawned on me that the Universe was just pushing me past my comfort zone. Funny how easy things get once you've reached that conclusion. Enough so that you look back at your earlier worries and laugh....as I suppose the Universe laughs too.

I went to my Reiki I certification class yesterday. I ignored the little tugs of discomfort that tried telling me this was a bunch of 'woo-woo nonsense and I'd go to hell'. Recognizing this mode of thinking I responded "As if" and went anyway. It was an amazing class. A true spiritual connection that I have found lacking in so many churches. Feeling somehow expanded by the end of class I left for home.

Upon exiting the expressway I saw a biker pulled over and running across the street jacket in hand. Following his gaze I saw a naked bloody woman walking in the median. Before I realized what I was doing, I was out of my car running towards her along with another guy coming from the other direction. We got her to my car but she panicked upon seeing the back seat. So instead we covered her and surrounded her. I called the paramedics and her sister and we waited. She cried asking what had happened, who could do this. She looked at me with pleading eyes and I just stroked her head and said she was safe now and we wouldn't leave her alone. It was a surreal moment. I was there but not there. I noticed each person's eyes and saw love and compassion. I felt hope and it made me feel good inside.

Now you have to understand the situation here. I DO NOT stop to help people. I've usually driven by and upon seeing others there keep driving. If I see someone bloody I think of diseases thanks to a CPR class I took. But in this case. It was a naked woman; stripped of everything and discarded and I could not NOT help. I didn't think of my discomfort. I thought of her. Hell who am I kidding. I didn't think. I just reacted.

I'm not telling you this little story so you'll think I'm some type of heroic chick driving around ready to help. I'm saying that sometimes you have to push through your discomfort. Sometimes there's something valuable to be gained on the other side.