How To Let You Intuition Guide You

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At the age of eleven I was the eldest of five children, and I lost my father to cancer. This was a very devastating time for all of us, and being naive young kids we didn’t understand that my dad had a terminal illness even though he spent the last four months of his life bedridden. I did however, witness my dad’s best friend at his bedside when I walked in dad’s room to kiss him good night. Dad’s friend Bill, had tears in his eyes, I felt something powerful when I witnessed the tears and what I felt was a bit scary. My intuition had kicked in at a very young age.

I spent a lot of time with my dad in his workshop prior to him becoming ill. January was his birthday and I bought him a saw. He was so excited when he opened his gift- I will never forget our tiny exchange. Dad- “Oh Lisa, this is the best present, I can’t wait to use it with you.” I replied- “Yea if you ever get out of bed again!” I guess I felt he was being lazy, or maybe I felt abandoned? He was my rock.

Dad died less than a month later. My brother and I were spending the night at friend’s home across the street and we were awoken early stating we HAD TO GO HOME. My response- “Why, we are supposed to go to Church with you this morning?” The neighbor reiterated- “You need to get home, your mom needs you at home.”

My brother and I were both grumbling over leaving as we walked through the snow that February. Suddenly, I broke out into a sprint and my brother yelled- “Stop running, WHY are you running?” I yelled back- “Because dad died.” My brother became frantic and screamed- “Liar, he did not!” My intuition had kicked in as soon as we walked out my neighbor’s front door.

When we walked into the home my Aunt was at the kitchen sink doing dishes and my mom greeted my brother and me. She said she needed to talk to us privately. My heart was pounding and sinking at the same time. She sat us down in a private room and said, “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I guess I will ask.. do you know what it means when a person passes away?” With anxiety in my voice I said- “It means someone died.” I was praying this was not about my dad, even though I knew I was going to hear he was gone from my life forever. Mom went on to say, “Your dad passed away this morning.” My brother and I broke down hysterically asking, “why, what happened” I believe it was then we fell into her arms and we all sat there crying.

My father’s death taught me many lessons along the way. One lesson I learned was to always trust my intuition, or as some may call it- your inner voice. My intuition has helped me make good decisions and I diverted some bad situations because of my intuition.

My father was a giving, loving and humorous man. He may have left, but he never left my heart. Although my time with my dad was short when I’m faced with different scenarios many times I ask myself, what would dad do? He would have given the shirt off of his back to help another, and I too, find ways of giving back or just helping others because it comes naturally for me.

My mom worked hard to provide for us, but until she found a job mom had to use food stamps to provide food for us. Mom has a lot of pride, and she was humiliated beyond words every time she had to go to the store. Many people gave us toys for Christmas the first year after his death and helped my mom in too many ways to describe. A year after my father died my mom was working full time and not only providing for us but helping neighbors in need. Mom also made sure we helped our neighbors.

I also learned at a very young age not to judge others, because we aren’t aware of their circumstances. I donate whenever it’s possible, I help friends without waiting for them to ask. Most people who are enduring tough times won’t ask for help- again use your intuition; if you think a visit to cheer them up or making a dinner may help, by all means do it. These are simple things. I always tell myself I may need help one day because not one of us can predict the future. When we can brighten someone else’s day we are also creating a positive internal environment for ourselves.

I was in the grocery store a few months back and a man standing in line in front of me was 8.00 short after he gave the cashier his access card- also known as food stamps. I could see he was extremely embarrassed and I just handed the cashier a 10.00 bill and told her to cash him out. He was thankful but seemed to book out of the store. I thought, hey that could have been me even without food stamps.

I don’t feel superior when I am able to help others; I feel a sense of humanity. Life can throw a curve ball at any time- it’s always good to be aware that nothing is stable and life sure is precious. We all matter.

Plant a seed and watch it grow!

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Writer with a personal interest in Mental Health & Wellness. Writing with a mission: End the labels. Photography is my hobby, life is my passion.

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Lisa Gallagher

Lisa Gallagher

Writer with a personal interest in Mental Health & Wellness. Writing with a mission: End the labels. Photography is my hobby, life is my passion.

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