We were enjoying a brisk midnight walk to our hotel in Manhattan after a full day of working as Volunteer Ministers after September 11. It was about 1 A.M. and Jim was telling me some amusing story. He liked to extrovert me from the work I had been doing all during the day. But just then I saw a gang of young men shouting and being very agitated over another young man who was collapsed on the sidewalk. I couldn’t tell if the shouting young men were the cause of the collapse or if they were trying revive the fellow. But it was obvious some mayhem was happening and help was needed.
“Hey, what’s happening?” I said as I approached the loud group.
“It’s Ernie. He is overdosed,” I was able to discern from the confusion. They were yelling at him, “Wake up! You shouldn’t have taken that *#!@^ stuff! I told you it would kill you!”
Two young men grabbed Ernie pulling his limp body up, one on each side while Ernie’s drooping head showed no sign of response.
I tried to quiet the group while taking Ernie’s dangling hand and proceeded to do a Dianetic Assist. This really got the group’s attention. Now I was asking Ernie to squeeze my hand and that was something they all could agree with! It didn’t exactly get quiet but at least we were all now moving in the same direction, including Ernie! He squeezed my hand.
After a few minutes of running the Assist, Ernie slowly started to raise his head. His eyes were slits of redness with a dim light of awareness starting to surface. His mouth was moving but words could not be made out through the drool and slurred speech. But he definitely had our attention. Ernie was going to speak after returning from the “dead”.
It now was “deathly” quiet. We wanted to know what Ernie was going to say.
He took a deep breath and with just enough drama to hold our attention for a few more moments he mumbled out…”Burger King.”
I think I saw a slight curl of a smile when he said it. He was back among his friends and had the munchies. We all laughed with relief. They went off their way and I continued to my hotel with my friends.
A few nights later I was again walking that brisk midnight walk to my hotel. Off in the shadows leaning against the tall building was another young man whom I would typify as a gang member. As I approached he came out of the shadows a bit. In a not unfriendly manner he said, “Hey.”
I responded with a similar, “Hey”.
“You a Scientologist?” He wanted to know.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Alright!” He smiled as he gave me two thumbs up!
I thanked him and wished him a good night.
I hope you smiled from this story. It was such a pleasure to give these young people a “miracle”.
These simple Dianetic Assist procedures can be easily learned by getting the Assist Booklet. Call Mace-Kingsley Family Center at 800-822-7409 for your copy.
ML,
Carol