Posted by Richard Fischer:
I don’t like being sick, or laid up in bed. When I am, I have to wonder, “How did I get here?” I know some people who thrive on being sick because they get something in return.
Some people feel special when they are sick. When you are special, people will do things for you. You are the center of the Universe. Me? I’ll take a healthy body and Mind any day of the week.
Years ago, I had a family member come and visit when I lived down south while serving in the military. We were all going to take a day trip to the Gulf of Mexico. As we all got into the car she said, “Uncle Richard, I ran out of Dramamine, and if I don’t have it, I will get car sick.” I said, “No problem honey, I will stop by Walmart and pick you up some.”
We were on the road for no less than a minute when she said, “Oh, how far is Walmart? I’m getting sick already.” As we got to Walmart, I told my wife that I’d get the Dramamine. I actually picked up some Long Fellow candies, and put them into a bottle and told her they were bigger, because they were the adult size. One will last you all day. We got on the road, and low and behold, I had a healthy happy young lady in the back seat enjoying her day trip to the Gulf.
She believed in her demise of car sickness. She also believed in the so-called cure Dramamine.
It amazes me of the power of faith, and the power of belief. Why do we carry these false beliefs with us for our whole lives? Is it because we need our sickness? Do we need to be special? Is pity and sympathy our friend? Or, our enemy? Our crutch? Or, our excuse?
When I get sick or am not feeling well, I affirm who and what I am. I am God’s child. I am made in the Divine image of the Creator, therefore I am whole and perfect. This is what makes me Special. Spirit, Mind, is my ally. The only sickness I have is that which human mind created, whereas Mind created health.