I was on my way to Salem, Massachusetts, to speak publicly about my spiritual/medical experiences for the first time. Stuffed in my suitcase were copies of my new book, Not Yet. 

A young woman sat next to me in the airport and asked where I was going and why. When she learned of my topic, her eyes brightened. “My grandfather just died,” she said, “and he’s come to me a couple of times.”

Initially, I wondered why she’d share something so sacred and personal. Then I realized I was a safe place for her. She knew I’d believe her. She took a copy of my book and headed for her plane.

I’d been an emergency physician for 25 years. I’d seen in excess of 60,000 patients, but in the air between Salt Lake City and Boston, I felt a voice say, “You will help more people with this book than you helped as a physician in the emergency department.” 

That message changed my life. Sharing spiritual experiences can be uncomfortable, but I know it’s right for me at present. Some experiences were given to me to share. No one is waiting to share them for me; it’s my responsibility. Sharing helps us heal.

Do you have something to share? Are you a safe place for others?