In the fashion of Maria Von Trapp, let's start at the very beginning; a very good place to start. I met life on May 9,1987. At an impressive 2lb 4oz, I passed more for a frog than a child. Supposedly I needed a couple of more months in the oven, but I was anxious to get started on what would prove to be my
greatest
adventure
yet.......
Life!
There's a Chinese Proverb that states, "The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth." We are all little miracles. Our bodies holding a heart that will beat 3,000 million times in a lifetime. Our mind that contains, on average, about 100 billion nerve cells and when those nerves fire up, that impulse travels at about 170 miles per hour. In the last 24 hours, you've breathed almost 24,000 times. In and out...in and out.
We are only given one human body, one life. This is it. I often ask myself, "Am I treating my life as a miracle or less than? Am I using this gift for good? What am I learning from this life?"
What are some of your thoughts on the gift of life?
