Charged By an Elephant – Lessons Learned

Do You Speak Elephant?

If you do, you probably know that what she was saying is “Get out of my space!”

You see, I was at an elephant enclosure and I thought I was having a little love fest with this elephant.  I was loving and admiring and photographing her.

Well, I wanted to get closer.

So I lept over a black, murky ditch to get to the heavy metal fence surrounding her enclosure and to which she was chained.

I was taking photos and talking to her.  She was responding by flapping her ears and swinging her trunk up and down and switching it from side to side.

I imagined we were having a loving bonding experience.

That’s when she charged at me.

I guess her experience was a little different from mine.

I have a feeling that all that ear-flapping and trunk waving meant something different from, “I think you’re a very cool human and I like you standing in my space.”

She lurched forward at impressive speed until her head and trunk were up to and over the fence I was standing at.

I lept backward, plunging into the disgusting, sewer-smelling black ooze.

It coated my feet and legs nearly to the knees.  And I when my right leg hit the bank, it got skinned pretty good – bloody anyway.

Don’t know how, but my camera, still in my right hand, just hit grass and was unharmed.

The first thing I said to my friend was, “We need help.”

You see, I knew there were some very unhealthy bacteria living in that stinky black gunk completely coating my feet and legs and even splashed up onto my arms  and shorts.

And since I’d skinned my leg, I didn’t want to invite infection.

“I think people are living over there.”  My friend, Belinda told me.  We headed toward the buildings she pointed towards.

The next thing I said was, “We’ve got to get a picture of me.”

But we didn’t.

Completely forgot in the need to get CLEAN.

What’s the point here…

…other than an interesting story?

It’s about how we choose to think about our life experience.

Out of the infinite number of possible ways to frame that experience, two opposites stand out.

I could feel ashamed and think I was an idiot, regretting what happened.

Or I could see it as an interesting learning experience and a fun story to tell.

I choose the latter.

I choose to see it as…

*  a memorable experience.

*  information that I don’t know how to read elephant body language (flapping her ears and waving her trunk may have been a subtle warning?).

*  a great story to tell.

*  gratitude that I saved my camera and didn’t dunk it into the stinky black goo.

*  a reminder of how amazing my body is at healing.

*  a pat on my back for being so resourceful – quickly found people with a hose and I got all washed off.  Soon after found a pharmacy and some antibiotic ointment for my skinned leg. Shorts dried quickly and off we went on my friend’s motorbike to the night market for a tasty Thai meal.  Very soapy shower (scrubbed my toenails with a brush) and washed my clothes when we returned to my friend’s apartment.

I was actually quietly pleased with myself as the evening unfolded and I noticed the way my brain was making lemonade out of lemons.  I haven’t always done that and it was a pleasant surprise to see how my mind easily and naturally sought a positive spin and a positive experience.

And I know, without doubt, that having a good experience after being charged by an elephant, stepping knee deep in sewage-smelling black mud, skinning my knee, then having wet shorts…

…was the result fo all the EFT I’ve done.

That’s just the kind of evidence I need to keep doing what I’m doing – lots of tapping.

So, I leave you with a question:

How are you doing at maintaining a positive attitude, even when stinky things happen?

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Natalie Hill is a Transformational Coach for women entrepreneurs. She loves empowering women to bust through their blocks so they can be who they were born to be. Contact Natalie at Google+

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