For the record...Im not much of a "Leaper" when it come to myself. But when it comes to helping others...I am a Decathlon!
Basically, I am the Bruce Jenner of helpful. I am a Kenyan in the Long Distance Run of Being helpful.
Even as a kid, I was pulling people out of car accidents and burning cars like it was a job. I'd be the girl running through the Sears parking lot (holding my breasts so I could run) looking like a psychopath while everyone else just watched with their mouthes open (probably because I was running holding holding my breasts)as I'd get to the exact spot where a little kid and a car were going to collide...and the little kid wasn't going to walk away.
And no...Im not a super hero...I'm an Intuitive!(And Empath and Reiki Master).
So when someone needs my help...the clothes fly off...the cape comes out...I start to run...
and honestly...I dont need anything else on my chest.
One summer, I obsessed for a whole month, to anyone that would listen, that a neighbor of ours shouldn't be going out swimming in the ocean alone. Every day...when she was in the water...I was at the window.
The Police Dep. The Fire Dept. The night watchman at U-Frame It...all would have told her not to swim alone in the ocean. And of course, so did I. And of course, she didn't listen.
And yup, you guessed it...after a huge storm...Flipper, as I reffered to her under my breath...was almost flattened by their own boat that ripped off it's mooring.
My fiancée and I jumped off our deck...and started running towards the water. You know what I grabbed first before I started running and jumping. Anyway, he tried to hold the boat from killing her and I tried to get her out from under the boat before it did killed her. A good day was had by all!
Next I was in Hawaii taking a week long course with Dr Doreen Virtue...to become an Angel Therapy Practitioner. A truck went by us, with the back full of dogs jumping and yapping happily and having a great time. And for some reason I couldn't stop watching this truck.
When it pulled into the driveway up the hill a man got out and went into the house, leaving all the dogs in the back. What I didn't know, was that they were tied up, to the truck.
Well obviously, one of the dogs didnt realize that was going to be a problem either. And he jumped out of the back of the truck! This dog was doing the Hang Mans dance of death! Right before my week with Doreen!! Oh No! This can't be happening now!! Here!!
I shot up and kept pointing like an idiot at the truck up the hill and dangling dog, to my Fiancée Kevin. I couldn't get any words out that made any sense...so I tossed my pocketbook at him and do what I do best. I held my breasts and started running!
If I had an American Indian name it would be" She who runs with breasts"!
Down the block,thru an intersection...and up the hill running right in the middle of the street. I swear...I don't think there was a soul out there.
The entire time Im asking God...please don't let this dog die! I know I'm a slow runner...especially holding my...well, you know what I was holding! But God...just let me get there in time! Please...you know how much I love dogs!!
I finally get to the corner of their yard...the dangling dog is doing Swan Lake on his toes...and there is another dog right in front of me on the ground. I know I should have been afraid...but I just said to the dog " Look, I just ran all this way to save your friend over there, so you better not bite me and get out of my way.
And all of the sudden the dog laid down and put his chin on his paws...as if to say Go ahead.
I bolted up to the truck and grabbed the dog in my arms...and realized she was way bigger than she looked from far away. She was huge!
Now I realized that I couldn't hold this huge dog in my arms for very long. And the truck was way to high above my head to try to undo the leash. I looked up the street hoping that Kevin was on his way to help me. But there was no help on its way. It was all on me. I was the only thing between this beautiful big dog living or dying.
So I asked God for more help...and told the dog it's just she and me...and she is going to have to help me! I told her I was going to push her fanny as hard as I could...and she was going to have to do the rest to get herself back up into the truck.
And believe it or not...I started pushing her upward as hard and as high as I could and oh my God...she clawed herself the rest of the way up back into the bed of the truck!
Why am I telling you all of this? Because writing this article...and for OM Times is my Leap of Faith.
All of the dozens of times I have saved a human or an animals life has been easy compared to letting the world know that Im different. I am very private about my "gifts". When I was young there was no one talk to about it. Not even my parents. I was always different...I just didn't look it. It was lonely and at times scary.
So this Leap is for me! And in 2014 I hope it's just one of many!!