A close friend and I were walking through the suburbs of Salt Lake City in search of breakfast.
Stopped at a busy intersection, the pedestrian signal turned green and we started crossing the street.
“WATCH OUT!” My friend dove toward to the sidewalk. A large white passenger van, speeding to run the light, crunched and launched my body thirty feet and into the gutter.
“Ok,” I said to myself, "I’ve been hit by a car. I’m still alive. Shoulder feels dislocated. Head bonked good. Right. Let’s breath.”
Bleeding in the gutter and mindfully meditating, I watched the clouds until the paramedics scooped me up and into the ambulance.
During the rush to the hospital an EMT took my vitals. He gave me an odd look and took them again. He turned to my friend and said,
“I have never seen a trauma victim with a heart rate this low.” At the ER I stayed present to the sensations of five large staples entering my head.
Soon enough, they let me walk right out of there, but said I might consider looking both ways before crossing any streets.
written and experienced by Dallin Bruun - Mindfulness Instructor