Of Glass and Grace

In 1972, I ran through a full plate-glass wall at JFK Airport — and felt nothing. No resistance. No sound of shattering. Only the shock on every face around me. When I turned, the waiting area behind me was covered in shards of glass — yet I was untouched. Not a single mark upon my skin.

For years, I searched for an explanation. Physics offered none. Luck seemed too small a word. But within me, something deeper whispered: You were not alone in that moment.

Maybe it wasn’t an accident or a miracle — maybe it was a meeting. A meeting between awareness and grace. Between the fragile shell of existence and the invisible hand that holds it.

There are moments when life itself seems to reach out and say, Not yet. Moments when the rhythm of the universe pauses, waiting for us to awaken to the gift of being alive.

I didn’t defy glass that day. I simply passed through it — through fear, through reason, through the illusion that I am separate from life. And on the other side, I found a truth Prem Rawat so often reminds us of: that peace is not protection from the world — it is protection from within.

Grace isn’t something that comes and goes; it’s the ever-present field through which we move, breathe, and sometimes — even unknowingly — are carried.

🌷 Writer's Note:
This reflection is inspired by a true experience at JFK International Airport in 1972 — an encounter that revealed not the breaking of glass, but the unveiling of grace.