As someone that is both an energetic healer & a retired ff/emt ... it is clear ... healing comes in all forms. Your Divine Presence WAS the healing this man needed ... whether he lived or passed. Thank you for being who you ARE!

WOW................How much LOVE this whole incident has triggered for so many respondents here. This man has played the catalyst for an outpouring of LOVE............We don't know what anything is for and we think it is a tragedy. If just ONE person experiences a shift in their perception and sees LOVE then this man's pain served a higher purpose.

We only see a tiny snapshot of the bigger picture and so what we call tragedy may well be triumph for all of humanity.

Remember that EVERYTHING you see is either a CALL FOR LOVE or an opportunity to EXTEND LOVE. There is nothing else to see.

Much Love to you all

Eileen

Thank you for sharing this story. For what it's worth I believe that everything happens for a reason, the bigger the happening, the bigger the lesson to be learned. I also believe that the purpose of live is for the soul to learn. Every person involved in that accident had something to learn, but only your lesson is important for you. Turn off your left brain and open your heart to the message from your Inner Pilot Light -- when you're in a life-or-death situation without your white coat and tools of your trade and all the other things your ego uses to define who you are, when you take them all away YOU ARE ENOUGH. Whatever he needed to have healed, you did it when you put your hand on his chest and transmitted your love to him.

I agree with everyone else who has written that of course he knew you were there, of course your touch was important and felt, and of course you both knew that in the final analysis love is all there is. For your soul's sake maybe that's the message for you, that when love is "all" there is then you are enough. Own it, dear Lissa, that when you act from the authentic love that exists in your soul, then you are enough and you change lives.

Thank your for sharing this story, you have changed my life by making me realize that I, too, am enough. How cool is that?

Dearest Lissa,
It's always a blessed day when I find the time to read your insightful and though-provoking posts, but none has touched me quite the way your story about the potentially dying man in your arms has. My tears are still flowing as I sit with the magnitude of your story -- and they're not necessarily tears of sadness, but rather the overflow of intensity of the range of emotions your story taps into for me. What occurs to me is that no amount of technology, money, or human invention and innovation can trump the power of love. It may sound cliche, but I believe that it is both the greatest gift and greatest power we humans have.

Your story reminded me of a documentary I once saw of Mother Theresa doing her work during one of the many extreme periods of violence between Israel and Palestine. The video told the incredible story of how she helped to orchestrate a cease fire so that sick and dying children could be safely evacuated out of a children's hospital that had the misfortune of being located smack dab in the middle of the war zone. The entire film is awe-inspiring to say the least, but the portion of it that has left an indelible imprint on my spirit showed Mother Theresa attending to the individual children in each of those hospital beds. The scene revealed a large hospital room with numerous beds filled with children suffering various ailments and injuries. One child in particular was in the midst of a seizure, and unfortunately no one was attending to him -- no medical personnel, no one. He simply lay there on the bed his body seizing and his eyes rolling. Mother Theresa went to him and she placed her hands on his chest -- just as I imagine you did for the man on the freeway -- and the most extraordinary thing happened: first the child's eyes came back and locked onto hers and then his body relaxed and the seizure passed. She stayed there with him like that for a while, their eyes locked and her hands on his chest. She then took a cloth and began to gently, lovingly wipe his face and his frail little body. The child began to smile.

You did the work of Mother Theresa that day on the side of the freeway. She was not a Doctor, yet she saved many spirits and many lives. You may never learn whether you helped to save that man's life, but I hope you know that you saved his spirit. I am absolutely certain of that.

Thank you for sharing this story, and for reminding us of the always overflowing reservoir of love we have to draw on to save others and to save ourselves. As Ntozake Shange teaches in For Colored Girls Who've Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf, sometimes what we need most is a laying on of hands.

I love you!

Thank you so much for sharing.
With love
Lissa

As serendipity would have it, I read your post just as I finished writing a poem about some dear friends whose daughter died a few days ago. I am in Sark's Writers group, and it was she who first drew you to my attention with your fabulous TEDX talk.

One time I was at a party and a girl fell down the stairs. I held her hand, and having smoked rather a lot of the wacky weed, was in a state of heightened intuition. I could see that there was nothing seriously wrong with her, and she was very grateful. When the paramedics arrived one of them started chastising her for being a silly girl, and, being more uninhibited than usual, I actually found myself hissing at him!

Children are so switched on. We think we are here to teach them, but they are here to teach us most of the time.

Anyway, I feel to share my poem:

Crystal

Girl jumps off a cliff and wonders
Whether her angel wings will open
Into a billowing parachute
As she plummets.
Spinning the deck
She is not the happy-go-lucky
Fool with a knap-sack,
But the black dog yaps at her heels.
She wants no earthly possessions now
– This body is tired and heavy,
Shrieking for peace,
Triumphant in
Finally outsmarting
The relentless crashing echo in her head.
No bungee to bounce her back,
No net,
Just the unseen matrix.
She is perfect geometry
Running down, down,
Racing the crystalline spring,
Chasing the waterfall,
Tearing blue from the sky,
Wind hissing past,
Spiralling, speeding
To her end.
She goes her own way
Down the plug hole
– The baby and the bath water.
She is streaming
Like the milk of mother earth,
Clear
To meet her maker
– She was always an adventurer.
Suddenly she is divided – slamming, broken,
Hopes dashed on rocks,
And darting like light,
Dancing up
Back home to the sun
To kiss the hearts left behind
Which may never mend…

For Krista 1971 – 2012

Emma French

I Love your work Lissa - I love how you sat and held your hand over his heart - which was obviously hurting to have put himself in that situation. Maybe that was what he needed most? Love and Blessing, Rebecca

The meaning of our name is "My God is a vow."

I understand this to be our name our identity is a devotion by a promise "to vow oneself to be in the service of God." We serve God with demonstrations of love in many ways.

You are Lissa, and although by training and profession you are also a Doctor, your most important role here on this earth is to be a soul of LOVE AND LIGHT who understands how to provide comfort to another soul with the blessing of GOD's love whenever necessary.

As Lissa, you cannot deny that fateful day. You did exactly what was necessary in that moment, (your soul, your heart knew what was needed most) you acted in the right way, for the right reason, at that right time, with the right level of LOVE. Your soul touched another suffering soul and worked to be a comfort.

You utilized the most important piece of equipment you had at your disposal to the best of your ability, the one thing that can save a soul ... YOUR HEART. The truly loving savior complex personified by GRACE.

My former brother-in-law had a horrific car accident very close to his family home he was only about 19 at the time and word quickly spread to his family that it was a dire situation. His oldest brother lives close and rushed to the scene of the accident. He was with his little brother as he made his way from this life to the next.

I have always admired him so very much to have the love and courage to be there for his so very young brother.

Lissa, I am proud of you and admire your selfless act that awful day on the freeway.

Truly an angel from heaven, I always knew you were...and I'm sure this gentelman saw your wings.

God sends us angels to remind us how fragile life is. I felt this way when I heard about Princess Diana from the time of her crash to the time she was declared dead. I also witnessed a motocycle accident watching the man continue his trajectory after his bike had crashed under him and his body hit an oncoming car...I thought I had witnessed a death but the man was conscious within seconds! A friend of mine lost her only daughter in a freak bus accident as the little girl was thrown out the window and the bus fell onto her. My friend was a comedianne who always joked about being thrown under a bus....irony, huh? We are fragile and only human...and God has intense ways of reminding us of our limitations. Take care and keep healing. Keep inspiring us to jump into joy and not out of life! Love and hugs, ~Mary

Hi Lissa
thank you for being someone who is willing to ongoingly go out of your comfort zone. What a great service to humanity your contribution is (both in situations such as that) and in setting up Owning Pink ...
Reading through others' comments I heartily agree with Brenda
sending love and thanks
Louyse

As a practitioner, I too have worked to let go of the 'saviour complex'.

No other soul needs you to save them. Their journey, however painful, challenging and complex, is perfectly wise.

When you can hold a space of unconditional compassion, as you have done, then you recognise the sovereignty of their inner pilot light.

You were meant to be there with all your love for that part of his journey.

What a blessing.

Thank you for being you and for sharing.

x

Hi Lissa,
The man knew you were holding space for him.

And, I believe we are all one, so in essence, as you held him while he was hurt, you were holding a vision of you while you were hurt as well.

Reading your words touched me at my core. I realize I had been a perfectionist for so long because I grew up in chaos and dysfunction and "perfectionism" allowed me the sense of control. As an empath, I feel others pain, so I entered a healing profession to share what I may to alleviate that for others. Then, as you say, "a man falls from the sky and it's all sh**.

It is what we do with this reflection that matters. Do we say oh well, or do we dig deep, apply gratitude and love, and keep investing as we do. A choice. And I find your words extremely inspiring and empowering as I consider the implications in my own life.

Thank you.

what an experience, for all involved... and the way in which Sienna could see and feel with her own body and soul what do you is very special I think. has she commented on that too, apart from asking about the person?

I feel that when you suddenly SEE something out of the ordinary in the coming days, a beautiful butterfly or a moment with the rays of the sun on your face for example, it could well be that the man has indeed moved on and came back to thank you... and maybe he did survive and can feel connected to humanity once again?

I too sometimes go numb, for reasons for my own past safety that do not work anymore, and last month I was in bed next to a lover whom I see very rarely. with my mind I was glad to be there but I felt completely disconnected without knowing why and could not find my way back to ME. in my head I heard my IPL say 'ask him to massage your back', yeah right I thought, get him even closer, brrrr. 'no, really, ask him!' I finally did, and just minutes into a sweet massage I started crying like the world had just ended for me... turns out that two days before my (bi-polar) mother had said something really unkind that had spooked me into hiding and I hadn't even missed myself, until being next to him where it was suddenly obvious.

I have never before been so acutely 'brought back' and it saddens me to see how outwardly perfect I function without ME on board, I hadn't missed me either but now I do have a way back - when I dare ;-).

sorry for the TMI and if this doesn't strike a chord for you that is fine ofcourse, but I didn't want to stop myself from writing it just in case it can help you or somebody else!

thank you for writing as you feel, and not weeks later when you have processed it all, this is so powerful.

for your acknowledgment and sweet words.
Much love to you all
Lissa

I feel you did exactly what your job was...the only thing you knew what to do. He may or may not have heard you, but what you said was important, otherwise you would not have been there saying what you were saying to him. Feeling the pain is the hardest part...As I am realizing the more I allow myself to feel the pain and the move through it, I know that not allowing myself to feel this pain has cause me to manifest 100 pounds of excess weight. Each time I face something and feel the pain and then move through it i drop several pounds almost in moments. The only advice I have for you from my experience is however you express yourself, just please move through it so you don't manifest any harm to yourself. God had you doing exactly what he wanted so there is reason to even think about a better thing you could have done. With love! Brooke

Dearest Lissa

The words you wrote at the end of your posting jumped out and hit me in the face:

'Trying desperately to let go of my savior complex'

WOW,that is exactly what I am letting go of at the moment. I have worked in human services for 36 years now and I could so relate to your feeling of helplessness and wanting to 'do' something. My whole identity has been tied up with 'rescuing/caretaking/fixing, therefore I am letting go of my whole identity.

Hey, but I have come to realise that I don't need to 'throw the baby out with the bathwater'!

Keep the LOVE, because it is the love that truly heals. At the end of the day what we are is just Love. Love never dies. It is the only thing we take with us when the human clothing falls away. Love does not fixing, it just is. The human form of love is forgiveness.

Forgive yourself...............forgive your savior complex - it was part of your journey. Forgive this whole incident, it too was part of your 'undoing' of the savior complex. Forgive your belief in anything of this world and remember that:

"LOVE IS ALL THERE IS"

What you offered is THE MOST VALUABLE thing and the ONLY thing that matters.

And..............we are all ONE. You gave it to yourself, the self we all share. The man lying on the road was the cry from the soul of all for 'help me, I don't know how to Love myself'. You answered the cry for all of us. Deep in the core of our ONE heart we are all crying for Love. Thank you from my heart for answering this call for Love. I felt it here in my own being, we all did.

Love you

Eileen

I love that you stopped.

Thanks for sharing.