After his accident Gary dreamed about walking again. Other dreams would follow: building farms and distilleries around the world, writing books (Gary is signing The One Gift), and teaching the God-given benefits of essential oils to millions.
Then I started to thank God for the gifts of dreaming and choosing my own thoughts. It took a long time for me to thank God for the accident that put me in the wheelchair in a paralyzed body riddled with pain, but now I do. I then started to thank God for the gift, and my dreams became real.
Then another phenomenal thing happened. For over two years, I dreamed every day about walking. My children would come home from school, and their mother would say, “Becky, Troy, go out to the mailbox and get the mail.”
And I would say to them, “Come on, kids, I’ll race you out to the mailbox.”
“Dad, you can’t race us; you can’t even walk.”
I said, “Well, just help me get my wheelchair down the ramp.”
I had only one hand that worked at that time, but I dreamed of doing it.
Here was the great discovery: while dreaming, I discovered that I had not lost my freedom. I could do anything. I could live any kind of life I wanted—in my mind.
Then I realized that God is there, and he does love me. He gave me the gift of dreaming, and I discovered that I had the freedom to choose my thoughts.
This was a profound moment in my life because, yes, we have the freedom to think; but sometimes we fail to realize the power we possess because we fail to realize that we have the freedom to choose the thoughts we have.
We can think negative thoughts, or we can think positive thoughts. Irrespective of the outcome, irrespective of the circumstances, we control our thought choices, no one else; and we can live within that. That was exciting for me to realize.
Gary’s powerful lesson was to understand that he has the freedom to think and to choose the direction of his thoughts and dreams.
Gary’s 1973 logging accident changed the course of his life. Fast forward four decades. Gary and Mary’s company, Young Living, is bettering the lives of millions of people across the globe.
In February of 1973, my life took another change. I was hit with a tree while logging, spent 3 weeks in intensive care in a coma, a little over 2 years in a wheelchair, and 13 years learning to walk again. I was a prisoner in a crippled body.
I thought I had lost all of my freedom, that I had lost my life, and that there was no longer a reason to live. I could not stand, I could not walk, and I could not ride my horse anymore. I could not walk in the mountains that I loved, I could not hunt or walk the streams and fish. I could not run and play with my children. I could not even hold them on my lap. I could not escape the pain, emotionally and physically. When I could not walk or run or work or even die, all I could do was dream about dying.
I lost everything—my ranch, my horses, my logging business—and the worst was, I lost my family.
I begged God to take me home; and when He did not, I felt rejected and not wanted. Has anybody here ever felt that God didn’t love you? Then maybe you can relate. I felt He did not love me, so I dreamed more about dying.
As a young boy, I dreamed of going to Canada and homesteading a ranch in the Canadian frontier, the last frontier in North America. So in 1967 I moved to Canada.
In 1968 I got in on the last Homestead Act in the Caribou District in central British Columbia and homesteaded 320 acres, 30 miles into the wilderness, and started to build my horse ranch and logging business. Because it’s so cold during the winter in Canada, I logged in the winter to support my ranch and farming activities in the summer months.
I dreamed about being a successful logger and rancher, and it happened.
I lived in a 30-by-30-foot log cabin as a boy and dreamed about living in a bigger house. Now I live in an 18,000-square-foot home with electricity and running water.