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Kickle said:
So when I was really little I hit my head on a coffee table and started crying. I cried and I cried and I cried. I never stopped crying. And soon I ran out of oxygen. But even then I didn't inhale. I turned all sorts of lovely shades of purple and my brother grabbed the babysitter who called 911 and I was rushed to a hospital in an ambulance. No oxygen to my brain or body for minutes on end.

Anyways, the details aren't too important except in that I get the distinct impression that I might have been trying to off myself.

If there is any truth to what the Buddhists say about reincarnation and being closest to your past lives in the earliest years, I might have just said enough is enough and tried to get out before I got started again. And I really do wonder if this is the case. If nothing else, take this as a reflection of my feelings towards the cycles of birth/death. It sucks, get out early.

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deCypher said:
Sometimes I get tired of all of this talk about how life is suffering and everything is so miserable, blah blah blah.  I'm pretty happy at this moment in time... isn't it healthier to focus on the positives in one's situation than the negatives?

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deCypher said:
Sometimes I get tired of all of this talk about how life is suffering and everything is so miserable, blah blah blah.  I'm pretty happy at this moment in time... isn't it healthier to focus on the positives in one's situation than the negatives?

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Indeed, and I'd go as far to say we attract to us what we focus on.

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Do you think if someone was very aware that everything is impermanent that they would die young

I don't feel that focusing on death means you will die any sooner (attract death to you) if anything it enriches life

And being aware that every thing leads to suffering can lead to non-attachment to things, which is deeply blissfull

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Kickle said:
So when I was really little I hit my head on a coffee table and started crying. I cried and I cried and I cried. I never stopped crying. And soon I ran out of oxygen. But even then I didn't inhale. I turned all sorts of lovely shades of purple and my brother grabbed the babysitter who called 911 and I was rushed to a hospital in an ambulance. No oxygen to my brain or body for minutes on end.

Anyways, the details aren't too important except in that I get the distinct impression that I might have been trying to off myself.

If there is any truth to what the Buddhists say about reincarnation and being closest to your past lives in the earliest years, I might have just said enough is enough and tried to get out before I got started again. And I really do wonder if this is the case. If nothing else, take this as a reflection of my feelings towards the cycles of birth/death. It sucks, get out early.

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Kickle said:
Ouch. How'd the leg fair?

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I got lucky, we were poor and I had to go to a bad hospital. A guest surgeon from a good hospital was giving a training to doctors there and when I came in he said he'd like to do my leg. The bone stuck out six inches.  He fixed me good as new and I've never had a problem since.

There's more to this strange story.  My grand parents owned a large (100 acre) farm with a trout stream, small lake,  and lots of woods etc. where I played as a child. They were old and retired and the farm was going back wild again.  I loved that place with all my heart but when they died it had to be sold. I was heartbroken.  One day when I was about nineteen I drove out there and up to the house and met the owners and asked if I could just walk the land. I was expecting to be turned away but they invited me into the house and we chatted and they told me I was free to walk that land anytime but no hunting.  They officially turned it into a wildlife preserve in later years.

When my sister was here for my birthday on  4/20 I mentioned that I had been there several times and how cool that couple was that owned that place and how glad I was that they ended up with it.  She looked at me and said, "you know, that was the doctor who fixed your leg".

I cannot tell you how that made me feel.