Brock Certainty in a Very Uncertain World

1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5439-1374-3
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 179 Seiten

This book is an infallible blueprint for dealing with and overcoming any of life's difficulties. Infallible? Yes. It's contents have been repeatedly put to the test in the normally insurmountable obstacles faced by the Brock family. These obstacles included kidnapping and attempted murder, gross medical negligence, drug addiction, eight heart attacks, the threat of bankruptcy (sidestepped in the most extraordinary way) and jail time for one of the Brock children that would save her life. It has almost been a case of you name it and we've faced it and overcome it, without lingering consequences or damage. What you are about to read, if acted on, will make you 'bullet proof'.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Brock, David

Leseproben

Distraction = loss of control Loss of control comes in many forms. Financially it can be someone making a decision to bankrupt you. Physically, a heart attack will do it every time. Children ignoring your advice can leave you feeling powerless, especially when you see them heading for a disaster. A spouse/partner no longer having respect for you and not wanting to continue the relationship would be, I imagine, hard to top. At one time or another, over the past seventeen years, I have experienced pretty much the entire gamut of out of control situations, many as potentially lethal as the two car events. Having been a long distance runner in my twenties and thirties, running up to 120 kilometres a week, my decision to take up smoking between the ages of 45 and 50 is pretty hard to fathom. Starting with the occasional cigar (one won’t hurt, will it?) I ‘progressed’ in a downward spiral to 50 cigarettes a day (and night, at any time in the middle of the night). As a psychologist acquaintance of mine is fond of asking: “what could he have been thinking?” Where did I think that little distraction would lead? Certainly not the eight heart attacks I had – with ten stents and a set of steak knives thrown in with each. What the medicos are mystified by, however, is the fact that I have only a “tiny” area of sluggish heart function. They routinely describe it as a ‘miracle’. People in my situation have typically had a heart replacement or died. Smoking and a lifetime of too much sugar had clogged every one of my major cardiac arteries to a factor of between 70% and 90+%, hence the need, over time, for 10 stents. A stent is a titanium ‘frame’ that is inserted into an artery to expand it and restore blood flow. After the heart attack I had in 2010, I accelerated my preventative regime – diet and exercise, but, nobody but me can really explain the lack of damage to + recovery of the heart muscle itself. In 2012, I had a nuclear stress test that revealed the excellent level of heart function and overall aerobic capacity that I had. What I am telling you is verifiable. I am not trying to get you to accept a way out theory. I am telling you about specific circumstances whose outcomes defy ‘logic’ and conventional wisdom. But, in spite of this, my coronary issues were not over. However, on January 9th, 2016, I had another heart attack, this one potentially the deadliest due to a cardiologist’s mistake. The next day I had another angiogram to determine the reason for the heart attack. It was quickly discovered that in my right artery in which there were three stents, the one on the middle was completely blocked. The cardiologist decided to unblock it by inserting a probe through my wrist, up my arm and into my chest cavity; attached to the probe was a balloon. It was his intention to navigate his way through the first stent to the second where he would inflate the balloon in the second to dislodge the clot blocking it and stopping the blood flow to my heart. At all times, I was fully conscious and watching the action on a massive screen in the angio lab situated beside the operating table. At one point, I distinctly heard the words spoken to me: “Sharpen up, your life is in danger!” About 90 seconds later, I saw on the screen what I believed was the balloon inflating. When I asked the doctor if this was the case, he replied fearfully: “No, that’s blood, I’ve just torn your artery” Turned out, he had not only torn my artery but also my aorta and I was in imminent danger of drowning in my own blood as my heart chamber filled. Because there was no helicopter available, I was placed in an ambulance at 5pm on a Monday afternoon, with a cardiologist at my side and rushed from the Gosford Hospital to St Vincent’s Hospital in Sydney, 75 kilometres away. The trip, in peak hour traffic, should have taken around two hours but we got there in 50 minutes, lights and siren and often on the wrong side of the road. Again, in spite of everything, there was no damage to my heart! This led to a cardiologist at St Vincent’s hospital saying to me: “I am convinced that something remarkable is happening in your heart after each attack because it is not possible to have eight heart attacks with no resulting damage to the heart muscle. You should be here for a heart replacement, not bypass surgery!” I had that bypass operation a year ago and I am very happy to tell you that the result has been stunning. Twelve months later, I feel better and am healthier and fitter than I have been for over twenty five years. Before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Who is it I think is ‘speaking’ to me at critical times? Simple answer, God. Why would God be speaking to me? Firstly, because I believe in Him. It’s pretty hard to communicate with anyone who refuses to acknowledge even your existence. Secondly, when I tune into a particular radio station, I expect to hear from that station. The act of prayer (talking to God) ‘tunes’ me into His frequency and I expect to hear from him. It would be pretty rude, wouldn’t it, to speak to somebody and they completely ignore you? Thirdly, because, like any worthwhile parent, He has my well being at heart. Parents give advice, it’s that simple. Because He is infinitely knowing, infinitely powerful and infinitely present, He is capable of speaking to every one of us (7 billion+) at the exact same instant in time. What kind of power do you think it took to create this universe? You don’t really believe that it just evolved, do you? That would seriously be exactly like believing that a tornado could hit a junk yard and leave in its wake a gleaming new, perfectly assembled, wired and ready to take off, 747 aircraft. If the thought of God stretches your mind, that one would really have to boggle it. Does the thought of an infinite God stretch and tax your mind? Actually, no human mind can come any where near scratching the surface. That would be like taking a bucket to the beach and trying to fit the ocean into it. Trying to approach God with a human mind gets the same result as putting too many numbers in a calculator – E = Error. He simply doesn’t fit, thank God. Can you imagine how insignificant He would be in that case. No, the only gods that fit into a human mind are self and money (and what I can do with it). The EVIDENCE of God’s existence is everywhere. Professor Paul Davies, for instance, a world renowned physicist and head of the physics faculty at Adelaide University, succinctly summed up the existence of God in his New York Times best seller, The Mind Of God. In it, he said: “A lifetime of studying the laws of physics has left me in no doubt that the perfect expression of pure mathematics contained in them can be nothing other than the signature of the creator”. So, yes, most definitely yes, God does exist and he speaks to those that acknowledge his existence. All right, I see there’s another elephant in the room. If He’s such a good God, how come all the rotten stuff goes on and He doesn’t seem to care about or do anything about it. Well, that’s two questions. First the bad (horrible) stuff. In one word – Self. Self is the responsible party. That’s right, it’s us or, more specifically, the worst element in each and every human being – after all, don’t we all agree, nobody’s perfect. Why? Because we are all infected with the universal virus called Self, the worst true pandemic to ever have hit the human race. Every single thing that is wrong with this world and all the hurt that results from it can be traced directly back to individual instances of Self. Just a few of Self’s personas are self centred, self destructive, self satisfied, self seeking, self serving, self absorbed, self willed, self righteous, self pitying, self justifying, self aggrandisement, self fulfilled, (or there’s Mister and Mrs appealing) self esteem, self congratulatory, self gratification and then there’s the completely unattractive, just plain selfish, and without question, the most dangerous of all, self deception (denial). Then there’s one of my favourites: self importance (I’m sick of talking about me, why don’t you talk about me?) This list is by no means exhaustive. We’re so wedded to this parasite that we have reserved a very special place for it. My dog, two words; my house, two words; my wife, two words. But myself, one word – why? It’s like the way a vine wraps itself around a tree and in strangling the life out of the tree, It becomes indistinguishable from...