By Beverly Sorensen
A few months ago, I fell in love - with the perfect lighter! You know the type I'm referring to - the sort that's just right when lighting candles for dedications and meditations. They have a nice long 'snout', so to speak, so there's no risk of any nasty flames licking at the fingertips whilst in action.
We were truly happy together, for all of a week - when my lighter cooled off, for no apparent reason, and refused to ignite for me. No problem, I thought, and I reached for the gas lighter fluid, certain in the knowledge that this was all we needed to rekindle the lost warmth and passion.
I began the refilling process over the kitchen sink in case of any spillages. But no matter how often I tried, my lighter simply refused to spring into action for me. (Drat, I thought, it's a case of unrequited love. Anybody would be excused for thinking I should have chosen the Coral coloured lighter instead.)
I demonstrated the problem to my daughter. Look, I said as I pressed the button to prove how resistant my lighter had become - and then watched in horror as both of my hands became bright balls of flaming fire!My lighter had decided to turn on the heat, just at the moment I was least expecting it!
Quickly, I turned on the cold water tap - yes, I do know water is not what's required for extinguishing gas fires - but my brain seemed incapable of logical thought. The running water caused flames to burst forth from not one, but two plug-holes - although I'd been working over only one sink, it was obvious that the two must be joined at some point beneath the cabinetry. Some spilled fluid had run over my hands and drained away down the sink, and effect of these flames, together with a smell of singed hair, was quite alarming! I snatched up a nearby tea towel and wrapped my hands in it. Immediately the flames were extinguished...
Three hours and countless litres of cold water later,I could see no signs of any blistering but I did notice that my forearms were smooth, and bereft of their fine hairs, which explained the singe-ing we had smelled! As bedtime approached and I could sense no relief from the pain, thoughts of my Aura-Soma Physical Rescue Bottle suddenly came to mind. A liberal application bought immediate relief!
That night I slept with both hands resting on a pillow placed atop of the bed clothes. The discomfort of the burns awoke me several times during the night, and each time I applied Physical Rescue from my plastic bottle. Relief was instant, and I was able to go straight back to sleep.
By the time I awoke to the morning light, the pain had completely vanished and there was no sign of blistering. The skin on my hands felt tight and smooth, but not painful, and over the course of the next few days it began to toughen. After a few more days it began flaking off. A week after the unfortunate incident, and the whole affair had been all but forgotten. Physical Rescue had saved the day! The Rogue Lighter and his accomplice, the Lighter Fluid, were escorted off the premises, and, like all old love affairs, were consigned to the realm of Memories Past.
I have since moved on to a new affair - I have professed an unswerving devotion to my pocket bottle of Aura-Soma Physical Rescue!