Trusting our instinct can save a life. Call it an unusual impulse or precious gift, but this natural intuitive power has the tendency guide us toward spontaneous action that may spare us from danger or guide us to safety. The recent tornadoes, blizzards and heavy rains are a reminder of the value of listening to our intuitions.
Young mother, Tanya Tyler was doing her laundry in her Spokane, Washington home this weekend when suddenly a voice in her head commanded her to run. Instantly, she grabbed the car seat with her nine-month old baby in it and ran for the door. Seconds later she heard a crash.
“As I was setting the laundry down, I actually heard in my mind, like instinctively, maybe, ‘RUN,’” Tanya told local television KREM 2 news reporter Raishad Hardnett. “And I didn’t hear any trees at the time falling, but I turned quickly and grabbed the car carrier with one hand in front of the swing. And as we took one step, you could hear the tree inside the living room.”
In an instant, Tyler’s house was destroyed, leaving not much other than sawdust and a collapsed structure of what used to be her home. The ceiling had buckled and the total kitchen was covered in sawdust. It will be months of repairs before the family can live in the house again, but Tyler is grateful for her and her baby’s lives.
“I looked back, and the tree had just smashed where the laundry basket was where I was standing,” she said. “So if I was just a couple seconds later, who knows where I would be. So, am I grateful? So grateful. So grateful at this moment for my life, for the baby’s life.”
This Examiner’s family lived about halfway down a street in South San Antonio named West Ansley when I was eight. One summer day I was down the street playing with a friend, Steven Price, when his mother told me my Mom had called and I was to go home for lunch. Mom was going to meet me half way.
Steven and I were in his back yard and I walked down their drive way to the street when a white station wagon drove up. The man in the car had his passenger window down and asked me if I knew “where the Hamners live?” I told him I didn’t. He got out of his car and had a piece of paper in his hand. As he walked around the back of his car he said, “Well, they left me a map and…”
I don’t know what it was, but instantaneously something in my mind told me to scream and run. I ran back to the Price’s house yelling as loud as I could. Mrs. Price and Steven came out the front door and onto their porch. The man quickly jumped back in his vehicle and sped off.
The reason my Mother had called was not so much for me to go home for lunch, but because my Dad, a policeman had called her and told her they were looking for a man who had been trying to abduct children on our side of town driving a white station wagon.
Countless encounters and shared dialogue over the years have helped tweak the instinct in order to distinguish between fear and actual instinct. We all have a certain amount of internal chatter going on that’s important to filter try to keep positive and upright, but it is enormously critical to take heed and listen to those instant and warnings. When the hair stands on the back of your neck or a sudden voice says “run,” do it!