I'm lucky to be alive.
There were no cell phones in 1983.
I was laying in the middle of the street.
Losing blood quickly.
Brain swelling more by the minute.
Somebody called 911 from their landline.
I wish I knew who made that call.
I'd love to thank them today.
I got rushed to a top-notch hospital.
Great ICU care.
Now, I look realistically at my nature.
The nature of my life, I see that it is fleeting.
Everyone's life is unpredictable.
We're well until one day someday.
In the twinkling of an eye, something happens.
A pain, a twitch, something in our human body not quite right.
How quickly I was on the ground dying.
How quickly someone becomes my new patient.
Whether it's me or someone else, our fragileness is right in my face every day.
In view of this fragileness, we can still be strong.
Strong in what matters most to us.
Strong in who matters most to us.
Strong in what we have a say in.
Strong in embracing what happens when it happens.
Strong in loving this moment.
Without exception, strong in love.