I’m often shocked
that I AM alive. I’ve taken enough chances to not be. I bungeed jumped at age
nineteen – what was I thinking? That was terrifying. I’ve travelled all over
four continents ignoring the advice to get inoculated against serious diseases.
Twice, I’ve survived an unwanted game of Russian Roulette at a range of about
four feet. I’ve ridden on broken-down rickety airplanes and as a passenger with
irresponsible drivers. I’ve been in a few serious car crashes (cars were totaled).
I’ve nearly been hit by numerous semi-trucks, pickups, etc.
I believe I’m alive
because I have unfinished business. The most pressing of which is raising my
children to be successful, god-fearing, productive members of society.
While I’m alive I
hope that God will entrust me with meaningful tasks of service, encouragement,
etc.
Readers: why do you believe you’re
still alive?
