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o Life-long intuive energy healer; cerfied in Reiki o Specializing in distance and surgical Reiki o NEW rates; discounts for students, seniors, veterans & alternave praconers; discount packages for 3, 5 & 10 sessions"


Lorraine Wolfangel-Hall, CRP


By appointment, 7 days/week (201) 240-9003


o Cerfied Reiki Praconer, A Center for Light, 2009 o Member, Internaonal Associaon of Reiki Professionals & Naonal Associaon of Holisc Aromatherapists, since 2015 o Tisserand Instute Cerficaons in Essenal Oils, EO Chemistry & EO Safety, 2018


Life Measured in Moments A Legacy of Love


By Sandra J. Filer, MBA I felt a stirring of emotion as


my thoughts went to Helena, a student of mine who is in stage four cancer. Because I am a firm believer in following through on Universal nudges, I sent a text of inquiry. A simple, “How are you


doing? May I come visit you?” Her raw and truthful response flashed onto my cellphone


screen, “Love is what we need. My husband is sad, my kids, too. And like the song, I need a friend. Thank you.” In the pit of my stomach were the butterflies that come in


those character defining moments. Having a desk piled high with things to do and follow-up requiring my attention, I asked myself, what is more important? Tackling the ”to do” list or clearing the calendar to hold a friend’s hand? Turning to my husband, we locked tear-filled eyes and nodded in agreement that making the three-and-a-half-hour drive to Delray Beach is more important. The next morning, I buckled up, pushed the OnStar but-


ton, and drove, finding myself reflecting on special moments spent with Helena during the training just four short years ago. I remembered that she could barely feel her feet due to the medications ingested yet, she enthusiastically lead a Zumba class. How when she went for one of her chemotherapy treat- ments, there was a child without the proper funds to get theirs so she forewent hers to allow the child theirs. Upon arrival, after receiving a warm hug and enormous


smile, my senses are filled with the beauty that surrounded her. There was ambient music, a white candle lit for the souls that have gone before her, the walls covered with art, mostly painted by Helena herself. Ocean scenes as they are her favorite. And the smell of homemade Columbian chicken soup! Helena in a weakened state, invites me to sit down to


enjoy a bowl of soup. She tells me that the soup is simple, and that she hopes I will like it. Gingerly carrying the bowl to the table, I notice that each piece of chicken is cut into thoughtful little bits, all the same exact measure. The boiled potatoes,


sliced immaculately, and laid in the bottom of the bowl, in what one might say with the hands of a master. I’m going to say with the hands of pure love. We sat at that table together while I consumed soup and


stories. It began with her talking in a soft whisper, as her husband was within earshot. She leaned in and began telling me how heart-wrenching it is to listen to her husband’s weeping in a neighboring room when he thinks she is sleeping. What a horrific experience it was to lose 50 units of blood in a surgery to save her life. How intense the leg and back pain are most likely from the tumor pressing onto a nerve. And that no pain medicine works for her because her body violently reacts, causing her to vomit all through the night, leaving her 95 pound body, tired and frail. Once the sadness was spoken she turned her attention to


recounting the beautiful stories of her twenty years spent in Columbia working to save the children. Passionately describing her days finding families for the children needing to be adopted. Story after story, word after word, my respect for her courage, commitment, faith, and fortitude, grew! As I began to wrap up the visit, we hugged and looked deeply into each others eyes. Sharing that if that day was our last day, we’d each remember the other and that I’d look to the sky for the brightest star, “The hippy sister star.” Sliding back into the seat of my car, no music played, only


the sound of the wheels on pavement. The two hours spent with Helena going through my mind. The visit was intended to provide comfort. It resulted in being incredibly instructive. In a world filled with comparison and competition, I was taught a lesson through her actions. Life is measured in moments. Those moments determine


our legacy. Helena’s legacy is love. Sandra J. Filer, MBA, is a high energy, believer in the


human capacity to achieve whatever the mind can conceive. She specializes in working with ambitious women seeking fulfillment in their life and work. Her approach is heartfelt, effective and immediately applicable. As a Heal Your Life® Teacher & Coach Trainer she delivers life-changing certification programs grounded in the teachings of Louise Hay. Also known as The Happy Goddess®, her ultimate goal is to guide her clients far away from that inner critic and deeply into self-love and appreciation through coaching, Goddess retreats, and workshops. You can learn more at: www.thehappygoddess.com


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