I was working on my house this evening, and there was a wire in the way of what I was doing. Noting that it was an old wire, and thinking that I had made all the old wiring obsolete five years ago when I rewired the house, I thought nothing of prying on it. I thought it was dead. As it turned out, it was very much a live wire. Not only was it a live wire, but it was carrying the 220V that were going to our water heater!
So here I was, prying on this wire with the claw end of my Titanium Stiletto head hammer, completely oblivious to the life-threatening voltage running through the wire. I guess I was prying too vigorously at the wire which was also against the raw edge of a thin metal bracket, when, blammo!! Sorry for the old school Batman sound effect, but there really is no way to accurately describe it otherwise. Bright sparks flew all over, a few loud pops were heard, and all the power went out in the house!
This is what Wikipedia has to say about titanium sparks, ” Although titanium is a non-ferrous metal, it gives off a great deal of sparks. These sparks are easily distinguishable from ferrous metals, as they are a very brilliant, blinding, white color.”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spark_testing
I stood there, unable to move, mesmerized by the event that had just taken place. If I had chosen to buy the new DeWalt metal handles hammer that I saw a few months ago, I might not be around to write this post. The wooden handle of my hammer, although not the greatest of insulators, is not very conductive and this might be the only thing that kept me from serious injury or even death.
What could I do? Very simply, I lifted my head and said, “Baruch atah Hashem, elokeinu melech haolam (the source of blessing are you Hashem our G-d, king of the universe) who has saved me from danger.”
My wife asked me if my life flashed before my eyes, and I said no–sparks did, a lot of bright sparks! She said, “no, that was your life!” She said it jokingly, but there are branches of Judaism in which kabbalistic (mystic) teachings say that the world is filled with “lost sparks” that are needing to be raised up in holiness to return to the creator. Maybe my life has been a succession of doing this. I would like to think so, but I’m not so sure.
Maybe your “life flashing before your eyes” isn’t so much about what you’ve already done, but is a glimpse into what you need to do or will do? That would be the idea, I think, behind a “near life experience.” Who knows? I’m just happy that it turned out the way that it did instead of the alternative.
An atheist, or even many theists for that matter, may say that it was just a coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidence, I believe in choice. Sometimes we have no idea how choices will effect our lives. I am very glad that my friend Marc chose to give me this hammer years ago. If I had chosen to buy a metal handled hammer, no more me (and I’d be out $70). If I’d chosen to use my pry bar–the correct tool for the job–no more me.
I posted the picture on Facebook of my hammer, and wrote a bit about it. Most of the comments were made from amazement. One of my atheist friends, however, said, “If god exists and heaven is so great- why is god great for keeping you alive? Seems like a bit of a ck block to me? [sic]”
Now, I have no problem with people having different views. He’s atheist, that’s fine. I don’t think that I will ever understand though, why many atheists and theists alike feel the need to be rude and force their crap on others. Even from a purely secular moral standpoint it is just plain rude. It is so rude, in fact, that for generations there has been an idiom, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” repeatedly drilled into many of us by our mothers.
Whatever. Perhaps G-d was not “saving” me. I choose to believe that he did. I believe that it was a miracle, just as amazing as waking up every morning. You may see this as biology, and physics, I see it as the Creator directing the steps of man. If you don’t believe this, good for you, and I hope for you success in all your endeavors. When it comes to this though, you live in your world, and I’ll live in mine.
From now on though, this is my “lucky” hammer, and his name shall be “Sparky.” I don’t believe in luck, so that is just a euphemism. Really, it will simply be a reminder of how close one can come to tragedy, and how quickly it can happen. I will likely keep it forever, and I am not prone to do that sort of thing.
Peace my peeps.