When I first knew that my body was listening, it was a matter of life and death. Twenty-four years ago I was given three weeks to live, and I am told I am the only survivor of that illness. I can remember how I talked to my body, every step of the way, and experienced how it is truly a reflection of my thoughts, words, my prayers. In the most dramatic moments, I felt this connection save me in ways doctors called, “Divine Intervention.” But there were also less dramatic examples of how opening the pathway for positivity and hopefulness helped me restore physical movement beyond medical prognoses.