It was April 1, 2011, in Berlin, Germany, when I passed out behind the wheel while driving home. Unconscious, I drove onto active train tracks. The train zooms by every nine minutes in both directions. The conductor was able to stop the train and radio for rescue. I awoke in the ambulance, after being given a glucose injection. Confused, weak and sweat-drenched, I was begging and crying to go home. I did not understand where I was, or what was happening. I did not know this crisis would be the first of many life-threatening emergencies and mark the beginning of my healing quest. My body, mind and spirit were crying to go home to my authentic self. I am now on that magnificent journey.