The Awakening

The Awakening Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall and Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, all the kings horses and all the kings men could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again. You are probably wondering why Humpty Dumpty was on the wall, Why did he fall? Why couldn’t the king’s men put him back together? Let me give you my thoughts before proceeding. My belief is Humpty was just where he was to be at in his journey in life, he was on the wall, not knowing that he was soon to fall off the wall, and he felled off the wall just, as many of us fall off the road of the human experience. All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again. The reason the kings men could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again is because he was shattered! When we are shattered, we are cracked in a thousand pieces, and the parts do not fit. I have learned that there are some things that we run into in the human experience, in this journey that we call life, that no one can help you are rescue you. It does not matter who you have depended on in the past, or what you have done for others in the past, or how you have lived your life in the past, or whether you are good or bad. There are some things, some events, some occurrences are whatever you want to call them, and they are stoppers of your journey that can bring your life to a standstill or a crash. This is what occurred to Humpty Dumpty and why he was shattered. How do I know this? Because, I was Humpty Dumpty. The events and visions that I am about to share with you occurred in my life on September 30th, 2000.I was 45 years of age, and was expecting a birthday in two months. Many feel that all days are the same. I use to feel this way, organizing my days, my weeks, and my years. I figured that I had seventy years to live, according to the scriptures. I would often start my days not thinking about tomorrow, as if I had all the time in the world. I would go on about my business, knowing that I was a Son of God, walking in faith, and I was in the father’s hand. I started this day, just as I had started any other day. I usually planned my day the night before, which I would carry out my plan and goals for that day to perfection. I started this day never realizing that this was the last day of my life on the planet earth. This day was a Friday. It was September 30th, 2000. I had started my day as any other day. My routine was to go an pickup supplies for the carts, deliver the supplies to all the carts in the malls of San Diego, and stay a couple of hours and then move to the other locations. After the carts were serviced, I would then move on to my clients in the cemetery industry and the insurance industry. The activities I have shared with you would usually take me about eight hours to complete and most of my days were this way. I would go and stand an eight hour shift at one of the malls in order to cut labor and the cost of running a business. I was position at the alpine location that evening, and was making phone calls to the other locations to see how they had done for that day. This was a daily routine for me. I had closed the Alpine location about 9:30 p.m. and was taking my nightly drive to San Diego to close the finale two locations in that city. I had a slight headache but I figured it was probably stress related. I was making my normal calls on my cell phone as I was driving, as if I had all the time in the world. I would often go to the movies at night, for working on weekends, and all the daytime activities did not allow me to view any movies during daylight hours. There was a movie that I had been waiting to see, “Here Comes the Titians”, with Denzel Washington. I believe that I was predestined to see this movie. After closing up my retail locations, I decided that I would go to this movie, because it was one movie that I had been waiting to see. The movie lasted a couple of hours. I always enjoyed late movies for it gave me time to wine down from a long day of work. When the movie was over I was driving from Chula Vista, Ca to Bonita, Ca. While in my truck driving, I made a phone call to my assistant, Erika, in order that I might pick up the payments from Friday nights receipts, for she had worked at one of the locations in San Diego, that night. As I reached her home, we discussed that day’s activities and events that had occurred within the business that day, the problems that had occurred throughout the day, the possible problems that would occur that week. We had decided to cut our meeting short because I had begun to complain about having a headache. I did not know that this would be the start of my last day on the earth. As I was leaving my assistants home my head was throbbing with pain. It hurt so bad that I remember asking my assistant if I could sit on her steps for a little while, because I felt dizzy. Her apartment was on the second floor. As I sit there my head was really hurting, and I felt that if I could just get home an lay down I would be fine, for I had had headaches before, but I must say not this bad. As I sat on the steps I began to feel slightly better, enough to try to get to my truck, which was parked outside, but my task was getting there. I managed to lift myself up off the ground with the help of the rail. As, I was going down the stairs, I held tightly on the rail so that I could keep my balance and so that I would not fall. As I got to the bottom of the stairs I stopped, because I knew that something was wrong. I felt that if I was to move one more step that I would fall to the ground. At this point I called to my assistant, who was at the top of the stairs, to come and help me get to my truck and I am the type of man that didn’t ever need any help, I would do it myself, that way I knew that it would get done. The walk down her breezeway was one of the longest walks I had ever taken in my life. With the help of my assistant we finally made it to my truck. As I was opening the door of my truck and trying to get in the truck, I quickly realize that I could not feel anything on my right side, as a matter of fact, I could not even step up into my truck, in order to get up behind my steering wheel. I knew something was really wrong, but I did not want to alarm my assistant to what was happening to me. At this point I began to do something very unusual for me, something that I hate with a passion. I began vomiting, and could not stop. I kept on vomiting and could not do anything about it. I did not ask my assistant, I literally told her to call my youngest brother right away because something was wrong, I knew this in my heart, For, I never threw up. I requested that my assistant should lay me on the ground and I would rest while she made the call to try to locate my brother. She was unable to contact him and we really needed to reach him. I don’t know until this day where he was or what he was doing. After trying to contact him, and being unable to reach him. I decided from the ground that we had best try to contact an ambulance, that meant calling 911, for I knew something was wrong and I was running out of time, how I knew this, I don’t know, but I knew I had to act and I needed to act now! I informed my assistant to call 911 immediately. As I laid there on the ground I believe my assistants neighbors came driving up at that time, for I remember a man consoling me and telling me to lay still, I was still vomiting repeatly, everything that was in me, I mean everything that was in me was now coming out of my system. It felt like I had thrown up my heart, kidneys, intestines, stomach and everything that is inside a human being. At that point I could hear the ambulance’s siren looking for me, for I was on the ground in the parking lot on the back side of my truck, for I never made it inside my truck. The ambulance finally found me, how I don’t know.