Spectacular Touch Assist Miracles

by Jon von Gunten
(Tujunga, CA 91042)

One rainy winter night, my wife and I were approaching a long bend in the road in nearby Shadow Hills, California.

Under its street light, we saw a classic accident scene from the movies: two ambulances, their red lights flashing and reflecting long red rivers on the wet pavement.

To the left, a smashed-in car; to the right, a thoroughly demolished Harley-Davidson. A biker and his female passenger lay sprawled in the street.

Paramedics had already arrived, but were only helping the driver of the car and the bike's female passenger.

The male biker had been thrown farther from the central scene and was lying very still. He was a large man in bike club regalia.

I checked for a pulse in his throat and found none. I couldn't hear or see him breathing. They had apparently given him up for dead.

So I began the first Scientology Assist that came to my mind, a Touch Assist.

Maybe it wasn't the ideal Assist to give, but its purpose is to put the being back in touch with—back in command of—the body's nerve channels.

At first, the Assist had no effect, but I continued. I admit I felt foolish, repeatedly touching this big guy up and down his legs and arms and talking to an "unconscious" person.

Suddenly his fingers twitched and he started coughing and hacking, then breathing.

I knew the next steps had to be medical, so I yelled for the paramedics, telling them to come over and help.

Thinking the man dead, they ignored me.

Finally I hollered, "Get over here! This guy's coughing and might choke!"

An EMT came rushing over. Once I saw he was attentive to the injured biker, I left. I hadn't noticed I'd gotten soaked.

I have no idea whether I saved the life of a dope peddler, a carpenter, or someone's husband and daddy out playing macho for a weekend spin.

That wasn't my call to make.

At least, life remains in that person, and he can make progress from there.