Playing outside

Just read the book "Encounters with God" . Naele Donald Walsh takes us in this book  into the experiences of people who have had encounters with God. A book that really made an impact on me a few times . Signs of the other side are so often given to us , sings that we are loved. We are just so very often not aware or to full of  doubt that about  what has happened to us. By reading the book it  became clear to me that  a few times I'm to have little wonders or moments of grace  as Neale calls them , in my live.

As a little girl of four years old ,a grandnephew , my brother and I where playing outside.I can remember that  we had a lot of  fun and all three of us tried to be the first in the house .We lived next to my grandmother and we came through her side rushing  forward to the front door. Much to my delight, I was first ...  would they  have let me win? My legs were going as hard as they could, laughing out loud and I stuck my arms out to the front door to open it. The door consisted of two glass sections above and below. In my experience the door was  open ... but he wasn't. Because I pussed really hard against the glass of the front door and I fell straight through it ... Remember that I felt no pain and shocked my mommy came running towards me . Had a big cut across the length of my arm, from the beginning of my wrist, about 10 to 15 inches. Mom in  panic and dad remembered that our car was in the garage. My brother and I were stuck in the middle of it all. Proudly I showed my wound and  my brother fished a few shards of glass out of my arm  (for a  very long time , after this , he wasen't able to see blood ). Dad had called the neighbors and the neighbor brought my father and me to the hospital, my arm wrapped in a towel or something. Strangely enough I felt no pain until I was in the hospital and  was lying on the treatment table. Dad could not come in, and that was a bit scary. Got a green robe over my arm and the doctor came with the syringe to numb the wound . I received six injections into the wound. In my opinion, the idea of four-year-old Patricia, was the  needle sooo big that it disappeared  into my wrist and hand ... That was very painful . The nurse said I didn't have to make such a fuss about it and had to stop crying ... Even now, when I think back, I still can get outraged when I think of it  . I remember her as a very unpleasant woman, who snarled and looked very mean, I can't remember the doctor any more. After the anaesthetics gained affect the wound was stitched and the arm done in a bandage and a sling . Little Patricia, very proud, such a beautiful bandage  around her arm and such a beautiful sling. Dad had heard a child crying, but did not know whether it was me of where they had taken me . I believed it wasn't me , it had to be a other child ... Back  home, mom was relieved that everything was fine and she looked at my arm. I asked her if I could show my arm to my neighbor? She said it was fine .So i went and said proudly : "Look" The neighbor had seen me fall through the window and according to her it was a miracle that it didn't hit any arteries . I was unaware of what had could have happened .I was just proud of my arm 

Probably there was an angel on my side who kept me safe . Now I'm older,  I know , I was very lucky.  
Was this a moment of grace ... Maybe and maybe not, it does not matter. It is in my memories a beautiful day. All of a sudden ,i became the centre of attention , why everybody made such a fuss about it??I've Really felt no pain, only the injection of anaesthesia, I will remember my whole life,  just like  that nurse  ...