Woman Wakes Up At Own Funeral And Dies Of Shock

Had to share this story as its CRAZY and sooo ironic that I can totally imagine Alanis Morisette writing a song about it:

A woman died from a heart attack caused by shock after waking up to discover she had been declared dead – and was being prepared for burial.
As mourning relatives filed past her open coffin the supposedly dead woman suddenly woke up and started screaming as she realised where she was.
Fagilyu Mukhametzyanov, 49, had been wrongly declared deceased by doctors but died for real after hearing mourners saying prayers for her soul to be taken up to heaven in Kazan, Russia.

Fagilyu Mukhametzyanov pictured with her husband Fagili. The Russian woman died from shock after waking up at her own funeral

Fagilyu Mukhametzyanov pictured with her husband Fagili. The Russian woman died from shock after waking up at her own funeral

Devastated husband Fagili Mukhametzyanov, 51, had been told his wife had died of a heart attack after she’d collapsed at home suffering from chest pains.
Mr Mukhametzyanov said: ‘Her eyes fluttered and we immediately rushed her back to the hospital but she only lived for another 12 minutes in intensive care before she died again, this time for good.
‘I am very angry and want answers. She wasn’t dead when they said she was and they could have saved her.’
Hospital spokesman Minsalih Sahapov said: ‘We are carrying out an investigation.’

The body of Mrs Mukhametzyanov lies wrapped in a carpet after she died for the second time at her own funeral in Kazan, Russia

The body of Mrs Mukhametzyanov lies wrapped in a carpet after she died for the ‘second’ time at her own funeral in Kazan, Russia

Why Settle For A Crutch When You Can Have A Cast?

So on my travels over the last few months I have met a lot of amazing people and we have shared plenty of stories. I feel it has been a great learning curve for me and really eye opening. Often we discuss the subject of relationships, past or present. I find a lot of people when in love don’t see what is really happening “love is blind” as they say.Yesterday we were talking about how partners support each other through times of need, what many people don’t realise is a shoulder to cry on is sooooo not what you need in a partner. That doesn’t make them supportive, “don’t settle for a crutch when you can have a cast” I know I made a weird analogy but its so true. A crutch just holds you up while you are broken but a cast supports you while healing you and making you stronger. Just because someone’s always there to cuddle you it doesn’t mean they are necessarily what you need. You need someone who will not only lift you out of your hole but board it up after so you never fall in there again. So if you have someone who motivates you, makes you see what you can do to change your situation, keep a hold of them. If you have been depressed for months or years but think your partners cuddles are the only reason you got through …..this reality check is for YOU. Without them you might be able to find the strength to really pick yourself up again :)Lots of love x

The Journey to The Summit

I walked out of Coimbatore airport bracing myself for that “India smell” but I was pleasantly surprised. It was a totally different experience to arriving in Mumbai, not a car in sight on the roads and deafening silence. It was 4am but in Mumbai at that time you can’t count to 3 without hearing a car horn (tried and tested lol). The air was cool and fresh and I could see rows of lights that appeared to be floating in the air, “that’s the mountain we are going to” explained the driver, Shiva. Within 10 minutes we reached the foot of the mountain and the trees were flooded in moonlight as the clouds gave way. The various peaks and valleys were outlined and Shiva explained it would take 2 hours to get to the retreat at the summit. The winding roads made me anxious as although I couldn’t see in the dark I knew that the roadsides were deadly drops into the valleys. Every so often we would pass a small village where surprisingly a few people were gathered in open cafes sipping on their masala chai’s.

An hour passed and the sky began to glow with a blue hue, as we climbed it got brighter until the mountains were all illuminated with the blue light. 2000m above sea level, the views were magnificent. We stopped at the deepest valley so I could take some photos. As we winded around a corner I spotted a burning orange streak in the sky! As the minutes passed the streak morphed into a rising ball and as we reached the summit it was daylight.

I could see the pastel coloured houses, temples and churches nestled in the valleys and the crisp cold air wafting through my window had a menthol scent.
It came from the Eucalyptus trees, it was a lot colder then I expected but already I felt rejuvenated!

The Story Of The Pencil

I’m currently reading “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho, Its a book filled with short stories and they all have valuable morals. I loved this little gem so I thought I would share it with you:

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:
‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’
‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’
‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’


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