A Night at Mayo: A Life Remembered by Coni Meyers
It was the summer of 1958, and the road to Rochester, Minnesota, stretched long and uncertain before us. I was just ten years old, a small girl with big eyes and a heart that had already known too much fear. The Mayo Clinic loomed ahead like a fortress of both hope and dread. I had spent much of my childhood in and out of hospitals—weeks at a time, sometimes longer. Each visit carried the weight of the unknown, and as we drove, I clutched that fear like a secret I didn’t know how to share. When we arrived, the air felt sterile and serious. After a series of tests, the doctors delivered the news: I had a rare kidney disease. The words hung in the air like smoke. Life expectancy was sixteen. Sixteen.
But then came the lifeline—I had been diagnosed early. With treatment, they said, I would be fine. I only needed to stay one night. One night. At the time, it felt like a reprieve. I didn’t know that this single night would echo through my life for decades to come. We lived on a modest farm in Nebraska, where life was as hard as the soil we tilled. I went to a one-room schoolhouse—the same one my father had attended. My mother worked at the Baldwin Factory, where they made filters for trucks, planes, and heavy machinery. She was a quiet force, strong and steady, carrying the weight of our world on her shoulders.
Crystalline Moments: A Journey Remembered (Part 2) It began with a whisper—one of those quiet nudges from the universe that you don’t always recognize until much later. I had been receiving daily affirmations from Mary Morrissey, whose church in Portland was unlike any I had ever known. It wasn’t just a place of worship—it was a sanctuary of transformation. She brought in voices like Wayne Dyer and Bob Proctor, people who spoke not just to the mind, but to the soul. After my husband Tom’s passing, and not long after I had come to terms with the fact that the life I had known was gone, I received the usual affirmation from Mary. But this time, something was different. Along with it came an email about her Life Mastery Institute. Normally, I would delete it without a second thought. But that morning, it felt like the email leapt out of the screen and slapped me in the face. It was as if the universe had finally raised its voice. Page 118
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