Accident in Mexico, an excerpt of the book “The Girl from Bavaria”!

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Chapter 6.1 Accident in Mexico, Book “Why Me”

Immediately after the arrival in Mexico, I had a terrible accident. I fell down the stairs into the basement of our unfinished, beautiful Adobe Home on the Beach in Baja and broke several ribs, busted my pancreas and kidneys, but that was just a small part of what was really going on.

After I was taken to the local hospital in Rosarito in the funkiest Ambulance Vehicle I had ever seen, I was released without X-rays, spent two full days in bed and was definitely not improving and in a lot of pain. On the third day, Chris and John were down at Beach playing, there was a knock on the door! It was Miguel, a good friend of my partner Chris who came over to visit. He knocked on the door and I couldn’t really move, but luckily the front door was open and Miguel decided to walk in. He must have heard my voice even though the enormous pain prevented me from being able to talk loudly. I shuffled myself to the living room and in walks this absolutely bright spirited Mexican Doctor. Miguel was a good friend of Chris’s, he had studied Children’s Psychology and then worked at the Dansbach Cancer Clinic right in our neighborhood, Sant Monica Plaza, Rosarito Beach. Miguel was more than a conventional Doctor, he was also a healer and had just returned from the Yukatan with Don Miguel, a famous Shaman.

As soon as Miguel saw me, he immediately took a step towards me, put his hands on my chest and started praying in Spanish. I was so surprised by that and knew that something was very wrong with me. Miguel ran down to the beach to get Chris and John and when they came back to the house, Miguel urged Chris to take me across the border to see the Grandmother of Don Miguel who was a very powerful healer from Mexico and who could help me.

Chris carried me to the car, strapped in my little three year old son and drove across the border as fast as he could. I had no idea why everything was so urgent and I was extremely scared. When we arrived in Chula Vista at the home of Madre Sarita, everyone there was already expecting us and Chris carried me inside. Madre was a sweet and beautiful Lady in her 70ies who had the kindest eyes I had ever seen. We were in the waiting room for 10 minutes until “Coco” the Translator called us into the healing room.
She asked us to place our hands around a candle with a Saints picture on it and then she prayed aloud in Spanish. After the prayer, she sent Chris and John out of the room and what followed next changed my life forever!

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