Be Mindful of What You Ask For
There was a time in my life, when I had been tried on different medications, none of which had worked. I had been unstable, and piled upon with much abuse, torment and emotional and mental strain. Even having experienced ritualistic abuse, and an injection of a poisonous drug, which gave me the severest of mental illnesses, and also brain damage. Even such, that I had unspeakable mental and emotional baggage, demonic torturing, and all around life damage, that only God could undo and correct, and over a much longer period of time in my life.
One night however, while I was still fresh in the beginning of my recovery, having finally been tried on a new medication that actually started to work, I had been watching an inspirational video on tape (VHS). This video portrayed a young man who in high school back in the ‘80’s had been a phenomenal athlete.
He was and is a Latter-Day Saint, and starred in baseball, wrestling and football. He had many great things going for him, including scholarships, which he was very excited about and was planning on utilizing, and marrying his high school sweetheart. One night, when he was driving to see her at her dance competition, he was very tired, and fell asleep at the wheel. When he woke, he was facing an oncoming semi-truck, and Tyler over-corrected his vehicle to miss the collision, but in doing so he rolled his vehicle several times.
Tyler was left a survivor, and a quadriplegic. Instead of letting his new life take him and his ambitions down, and love for excelling in life, he did not relent, but became and did other things, which surpassed many others in a similar predicament.
He pushed and pushed himself into and throughout his recovery and rehabilitation, in very rigorous and devoted ways. He wanted the blessings!
After watching this video of him, entitled, Tyler, A Real Hero, narrated by Steve Young, I was powerfully moved upon. It was later in that same evening, while walking through the living room area of my parent’s home in California, that I said into the wide expanse above, “Tyler, I want to meet you.”
Later that night, I then said my prayers, and went to bed. Then, in my disheveled dreams, I was among the unhealthy individuals I associated with, in my not-too-distant past, playing football with them. Then, Tyler appeared there, and he was on my team. He was with me, giving me confidence and advice, and soon we conquered and walked away from the game.
I found myself in the living room with him, where he was standing in the very place I had cried out my heart’s desire to meet him.
He began to talk with me. “So, I understand that you are going through a hard time right now.” he said.
And then he told me how he had also been through some very difficult things. He exhorted me to start going forward again, and that things which were holding me back for so long were gone. He advised me to make good of my situation.
I began complaining saying, “But you don’t know what I’ve been through, what it’s like. You can’t possibly understand.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he stated, “but you can still do as I’ve done, and overcome.”
Then I continued complaining to him, saying, how hard it was, and that he had no idea. I then said, “This isn’t real, how is this even possible anyway!? You’re alive somewhere else, and I’m here!”
He then said, “We have our ways.”
To which I said, I can’t do this, and you can’t help me!”
To which he replied, “Then why did you ask me here?”
And he was slowly gone…
I then walked over to the family stereo, touched it, and inspected it, then looked around, and went back to my bedroom, got under my blankets, and went to sleep.