Prayer, Luck, and a Beating Heart

I awoke and saw a full day in front of me. How was I to know that this day would set me on an adventure into the world of medicine, other dimensions, a discussion with God, and years of rehabilitation. Everyone would say you look good but I could not keep from comparing my present stature to how I was before this began. I have had a full life and yet to live someone would have to die. I write this for many reasons. My family had to go the extra mile and did it with grace and optimism. My brothers showed the support and class I would expect from them. The last reason might be more of a therapy. I need to pay homage to the nurses and doctors with their immense talent and still thought of me before themselves. Somewhere there is a family mourning a child who died. Because of this I am alive. I have died, met God and had adventures in a lifetime I remember sometimes better than the one I am in now. I have faced the moment of death and had no regrets. As I imagine all that have died moved on with no regrets. It seemed a time of cleansing. It is this adventure that has me trying to find out more about the me in this reality.