My Dad, the Hero

My father, sister & I are standing in front of a taxi cab in the Dhahran ARAMCO compound where we lived. I was 7. My sister 4. We are wearing matching sailor dresses as we are about to embark on an adventure as we travel and return to the States.
My younger sister stands close to our dad, as I strike a silly dramatic pose.

When we lived in Saudi Arabia, there was a chemical leak at the refinery in Dhahran. The chemical when inhaled caused immediate paralysis of all body functions. Rather than risk anyone else’s life, my father inhaled deeply, climbed the ladder to the valve to close the leak, and on his way down gasped. At that point, he had no vitals. He could not breathe. His heart had stopped. The Arabs working under his supervision, carried him to safety and resuscitated him.

At the time, my mother, sister and I were in the US visiting my maternal grandparents. My mother knew something was wrong at the exact time that the accident occurred. She called ARAMCO asking what is wrong with my husband, what had happened. She was always able to sense things like that, as if she’s psychic.

My father is convinced that what he experienced while dead, while his body functions had stopped, was heaven. He felt like he was floating on a cloud. My parents both strongly believe that he had gone to heaven and come back.

Meaning of Life

This is my response to Blahpolar Diaries‘ post Watch “Stephen Fry on God | The Meaning Of Life | RTÉ One” on YouTube.

I love Stephen Fry, and I love his response. Why not the Greek gods? I really have no idea if divinity really exists. I do know that it is very human to look for and attribute meaning. Meaning is what I seek. Meaning is what I find. Whether or not that meaning really exists? I do not know. I question. I seek.

Now it’s your turn: What do YOU think? Please be respectful of others’ beliefs. This is a safe, loving place. Everyone needs and is due LOVE, COMPASSION, and RESPECT.