Five Words I Say When an Ambulance Passes

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Today is Dussehra, the day we celebrate: good winning over evil. So today, I want to share a prayer.

I Am Not Religious, But I Pray.

I am not religious.

I don’t follow any religion or its rituals, but when I see an ambulance passing by, I say a silent prayer for them.

I pray to no one and everyone.

I know what it takes to be in the radar of the siren when every breath is as expensive and time-bounded.

I silently say, I hope you make it. And these five words contain all my wishes for this stranger.

I hope you make it.

I hope the stars are aligned and that you are at the right place at the right time. And once you have won the fight to catch your breath, you can rest. Don’t just know that you caught your breath; instead, know that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

I have hopes, these little hopes, for all the strangers I meet.

I hope you have the most perfect cup of coffee.

I hope your mornings are slow and that you learn how to let go, like the autumn leaves, in bursts of bright colors, making way for something new.

I hope someone always holds out a hand when you need it and that you have the courage to hold the heaviness when they leave.

And I hope you always have a safe place that feels like HOME. Whether it’s a physical place or, like mine, someone I always carry in my soul. I hope that people are kind and life is good. That you feel safe and loved, as everyone should. As we all deserve this.

I am not religious, but I have been praying more lately for the strangers I see in real life. It can be for things as mundane as small hopes, like a stranger running for the local train makes it in time, or for people who are fleeing things some are hesitant to name. I pray for every human irrespective of men, women, and every other community too.

Because what is a prayer?

A wish for all humanity. On those shoulders rest all our collective hopes, for the things that we see and the things that we fight for.

Because we all hope, and we fight for equal rights and the Dussehra story resembles the same. For peace on earth, and for kids to not know what hurt is.

So when I say I hope you make it, those five words contain the weight of the world but also the promise to break it and to remake it.

To rebalance the scales.

To be a drop in the ocean that swells and makes all ships rise, so we all sail safely back HOME, self-actualized. So when I say I hope you make it, I am not only praying for you. I hope you make it, because we all do.

So next time you see someone in an ambulance or someone facing something you would rather turn away from, I hope you hold on to your hope and stay engaged.

Your hope shines out, like sunrays in the universe. Without it, the world only gets more grey. Without our collective hope, we can’t believe in change. And change is something we need to make it.

So I hope you make it.

I hope we all do.

After you read it, I’d love for you to send me one hope or wish you want to come true. Big or small. Just reply to this message.

Your name will never be shared. I’ll post all the wishes anonymously on my channels, so my readers and my universe can pray all together for you.

Happy Dussehra…..And remember Dussehra is not today, tommrow….its everyday.

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