By Curtis Aiken.

We had a scare last night. Our beautiful little boy Dexter (pictured), bolted across the road in front of a car. The timing was just perfect that the car’s corner hit him off on a 45 degree angle so it wasn’t a direct head-on impact. Also, this meant his head was past the car and only his mid and hind sections were hit. The thud we heard and the vision of Dexter tumbling 5 metres to the curb across the road is a scene I would like to forget forever. We had walked over two kilometres that evening but thankfully when this happened we were within 100 metres of our home.

I yelled after Dexter as he starting edging off the footpath but he had blocked out my voice, focused his vision on the park he was headed for, and didn’t even notice nor care about, the car coming toward him. When he took off, without thinking I ran in front of the car with my arms flailing about above my head. The sun had gone down and I am a lot more obvious in the dark than a dark coloured dog. I think that following Dexter onto the road may have slowed the car a little but not soon enough to prevent the accident. When Dexter’s body came to rest by the curb on the opposite side of the road I was already there to pick him up; I have never moved so quick in my life.

If I had time to think before I ran in front of the car, I believe I still would have done so to save Dexter. Often in life, in less critical situations, do we instinctively know what to do? Do we know what is the right action to take but because we have time to think, time to allow all the different scenarios to go through our head of what might happen, fear creeps in and takes over and holds us back from launching ourselves into what may be the most life enhancing event of our life.

Thinking back, Dexter was weightless in my arms. He could have weighed 200 kilos and I would have carried him home. Candice ran ahead of me, opened the garage door and I placed Dexter on the backseat of the car. I saw blood on my knee. “Did I graze myself?” I thought. Then it dawned on me that I never fell. It was Dexter’s blood. Thankfully, there wasn’t much on me, but I didn’t know where it came from on his beautiful and currently lifeless body… I didn’t even care that he was bleeding on the backseat. In a heartbeat everything that truly matters to me became so clear and our car didn’t even make it onto the top-100 list.

Within 60 seconds we were on our way to the vet. Candice was hysterical (she currently has a sore throat from the hysteria/blood-curdling screaming) but somehow I managed to keep a clear mind through it all so I was able to think clearly. Everyone reacts in their own way and I seem to have taught myself to block out pain.

I am an unofficial student of Wayne Dyer’s and he says to contemplate yourself as being in the situation you wish to create. In this moment Wayne’s lesson appeared in my head. Within the past 24 hours I had also watched an eye-opening video by Gregg Braden. Gregg says the language that we use when we pray greatly impacts the outcome. We must think of things as already being how we want them to be, which is exactly what Wayne said.

I turned to Candice and said, “He is okay. We have to know that he IS okay.” If we would have hoped that he will be okay, we would be saying that currently he is not, and our dominant thoughts and feelings and therefore our prayers are saying Dexter is in deep, deep trouble. We get in life what we focus our thoughts on, whether we want that to be a reality or not.

So, I kept to the speed limit on our way to the vet and we focussed on everything that indicated he was okay. There wasn’t any need to speed if he was okay after all. He was breathing extremely fast but he was breathing. That’s a good thing. He stood up and stuck his head through to the front of the car. We disapproved him standing, but this too, indicated he was okay.

It is easy to know the theory of how our thoughts create our reality and it’s easy to practice focusing on what we want during meditation and in the privacy and quietness of our own home when we are already feeling good. But when it really counts, when it really, really matters, is the time when it is important to know how to choose our thoughts and choose only the thoughts that give us what we want, not what we don’t want.

At the vet, and in the light for the first time, we could see the external injuries on Dexter. He had nicks of fur missing on his face and legs and he had patches of blood in those areas instead, but no really deep cuts – thankfully! I noticed he was quite bloated and the vet said he might have internal bleeding. Dexter was given a painkiller containing a mild sedative, some oxygen and a whole lotta love. Then we put him in the car and drove him to the 24-hours emergency vet for x-rays and an ultrasound and this would be where he would sleep and be monitored for the night.

Vet bills are not cheap. It was made clear to us that if no complications were found, we would be up for a bill of around $2,000 on top of the bill from the first vet which was several hundred dollars. This really helped put things into perspective – I couldn’t put a price on his life. If only people cared for chickens and livestock as much as we cared for our baby boy. There was so much love in the vet hospital; people in the waiting room were willing to do whatever it would take to get their pets well again and the staff were amazing – at both vet clinics.

Through the door in the emergency room there were a dozen vets and vet students. Some were just standing there pouring their love into one animal, standing by its side, stroking its fur and displaying pure love as they watched and waited for the animals, for people’s loved ones, to heal. We said goodbye to Dexter and I kissed him on the forehead. As we walked away, I turned, gave him a smile, a wave, and directed every ounce of love I had in me right at him. I knew he was okay; he was in good hands.

There is power in prayer and I have heard that there is even more power in prayer when there are more people praying for the same thing. So I sat on our bed with my phone in my hand. Should I tell people on Facebook that Dexter needs love sent his way? Which friends should I text? Only one friend came to mind who I knew would know that Dexter is okay and think about his situation in the accordance with what Wayne Dyer and Gregg Braden were talking about: Contemplate Dexter as being in the situation I wished to create.

I felt compelled to share this story because I want the world to know that Dexter was hit by a car and he is okay today, 24 hours later – because we always knew that he IS okay. Yesterday was June 5th, last night I wrote these exact words in my journal before I went to sleep: “June 6 2012, Dexter is healthy and happy.”

Today is June 6; the phone woke us early this morning. The vet on the other end of the line virtually quoted what I wrote last night and now Dexter is home with us again. He is with us, he is a little sore but he is doing great considering he was hit by a car. There was internal bleeding but it has already healed. If there’s one thing I want people to take from this story it is this: watch the following video…

If you like what you see, then also watch this interview with Gregg Braden. It may change your life in immeasurable ways and it may even save the life of someone you love. It sure did for me.

Words from the Wise:

“Everything you are against, weakens you. Everything you are for, empowers you.” – Wayne Dyer

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