I wanted a heart opening and I got open-heart surgery.
I need to be more specific next time.
Kidding aside, I’m home, groggy, sounding more like Donald Duck than Marlon Brando and having a waking span of … not very long.
The medical teams at St. Paul’s were totally professional, mature, and yet compassionate.
I didn’t know that such a level of functioning was possible across an organization.
I was very impressed and seeing them operate that way will have an effect on me when I’m hiring for my projects.
So, the total cost to me of extended medical care for open-heart surgery? Zero, zip, nada. I walked out of St. Paul’s without having reached into my pocket – except to buy chocolate milk and a deviled egg sandwich.
Please don’t allow people to convince you that universal medicare is communism or socialism. That’s nonsense. It’s humane.
I had a major breakthrough relative to humanitarian philanthropy, a small booklet I read which erased basic problems I was having in conceptualization. I’ll share more about that later, as the lights come back on.
I also enjoyed watching how the Mother and Michael took care of me. I’ve told you some instances already.
Today as my friend was driving me home, she asked where we might find a parking space. Being a smartypants I said, “Right out front.”
We turned the corner and there was a parking space right out front.
I walked towards the door and asked myself how I’d get word to Phil, the manager, that I was home, when he suddenly appeared around the corner … and that was handled.
And so it has gone. I think the same assistance is available to any committed lightworker in these times.
Thank you so much to Suzi for having carried the load (and carrying it a bit further as well) and to Sitara and Kathleen for pitching in.
Gonna sleep further and wait for the lights to come back on.
Thank you all for allowing me this space to recover from major surgery. I’ve already healed significantly and I expect the rest of the journey to be equally swift as well.