A friend and colleague from the furniture company that had been walking out at the same time as the owner of the company and all the sales managers who happened to hear a big thud and see a person flying through the air from what they told me. I went 30 feet in the air into the other lanes of traffic, right before the cars were at the spot from the other side where they would have hit me too. She came in and got my jewelry and described what she saw to me, as I was still confused on how I got hit by a car, she said she rode in the ambulance with me. She said I was saying things in the ambulance the whole way to the hospital. She said it was lots of mumbling and couldn't understand what I was saying. I needless to say was not aware of any part of the ride to the hospital.
Yet then I am compelled through some event or another to come back and put my heart and soul and everything I have into it. Does it do any good? Am I making a difference? Am I just helping create the fear/hate/division that those who try and control want people to feel? I have a lot of conflicts about it at times when I write about what is happening in the world. I do not want to play into the hands of the dark side in keeping people in fear.