I woke up this morning thinking, why me, oh why me. Of all people who had to wake up, I did, to what do I owe this privilege, this honor? I didn’t do anything spectacular yesterday, I didn’t come up with the cure for anything, I didn’t visit the sick, I didn’t participate in any world peace conference, no body is waiting for my patent on anything, so why me, why was I chosen to wake up this morning, breathing freely, no oxygen tubes in my nostrils, walking with no crutches, talking, laughing, tasting food, seeing everything? Am I being given another chance to ….do what? All I can say, is thank you. Dear Diary, maybe today I grow closer to my purpose.

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  1. typo with ‘chose’
    Its by his grace mama…if not of his grace where will we be?? Baba you to much 🙂
    Keep it coming Mah, u have a reader in me!!


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