BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE
I had been given The Secret a few years earlier by a friend, and it sat in the cupboard as a must-read-one-day. I did start it one day but was distracted by one of my three kids. Later that night, I was on the Internet and came across The Secret again. Within days, I had read the book all the way through for the first time, watched the DVD with my husband, and started to write in my Gratitude Diary. I had turned myself from “It will never happen to me” to “It is all going to be mine.”
Two weeks later, my husband left for China on business. My youngest son, Liam, just seven weeks old at the time, had been born prematurely with pneumonia and had not been well. Two days later, he was up all night and then started losing color, so I rushed him to the hospital. By the time we got there, he had stopped breathing. He was in a very bad way, and a lumbar puncture confirmed that he had bacterial meningitis.
In the hours that followed, Liam’s heart stopped beating four times, and each time he had to be brought back to life. At that point the doctor told me that he was gravely ill and I should call my husband to come home.
It should have been an awful time and I should have been hysterical. But I remained calm throughout and believed that my son would be home and well very soon. I sat in the hospital with my mother on the first night, waiting for my husband to come back and listing all the things for which I was grateful:
I was grateful for my fast action in getting to the hospital.
I was grateful for the excellent staff looking after my son.
I was grateful for my friends who helped with support while my husband was on the fifteen-hour flight from China.
I never thought of the bad, just of the positive, and it made me stronger. In fact, as my inner strength increased, so did my son’s health. I would post daily updates on Facebook, and instead of saying how bad Liam was, I wrote about only the good things that had happened that day and what I was grateful for. At the end of each post I would write “THE SECRET.”
Finally, the day came when Liam was well enough to go home, and the staff told me they were shocked to see him leaving the hospital in such happy circumstances. They had been convinced he wouldn’t make it through the first night and were amazed at how calm I had been. One of the doctors asked, “Is the book I always see you holding a Bible?” I told him why I was so calm, what I believed, and that the well-worn red book that had lost its paper cover was called The Secret.
I still practice. Normally, I just finish each night with a quick note on my iPhone’s notepad, thanking myself for the amazing day and looking forward to the next day. But I also write in my Gratitude Diary.
My mum used to say to me, “You want the fairy tale, Becky, and the fairy tale does not and never will be real,” and I pretended to believe her. But each night when I went to bed, I would put myself to sleep thinking about all the wonderful things that would happen to me. I’ve received most of what I’ve asked for, but there have also been some difficult times, and I never understood until I read The Secret that I had brought both the good and the bad into my life.
The new me is on top of the world and can do anything, because obstacles are a thing of the past.