I know I am here for a reason.
I started my life born 3 months early, weighing two pounds and had to be in an incubator for 6 months. Considering the technology they had back then, I am surprised I survived.
When I was about nine or ten years old my brother and I went down to the neighborhood pond. Knowing now what I did not know back then sends shivers down my spine, we did not consider alligators or amoebas, anyways we knew we were not supposed to go in that water. So, I swung on the limb of a palm tree to jump in the water, and I did not let go because of being scared. I slammed my head into the tree, I can remember the pain I felt like it was yesterday. I was seeing triple not even double, but we had to wait to go home so we can dry off. When we finally got home, I just started to throw up. It was so bad my sister made me a get-well card. My parents never found out and will never know because they have passed away. I could have died that day with a bad concussion.
I do not know why I am still here, but there must be a good reason. I have been through so much in my life. Maybe because I have someone in my life that loves me and treats me like a queen, and I will live this humble life for the rest of my days. Maybe it is my blog and perhaps it will help someone get inspired by my writing. That would be awesome! I know my writing is helping myself.