To Be Alive!

I remember sitting by your bedside when you recalled for me some of your thoughts during your darkest hours in the hospital. You expressed them as: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where will I go once I survive? Where would the courage come from to conquer fear? Deathly sick, you were determined to beat the odds. You recalled thinking of your Mom, the passionate musician, the high school valedictorian and straight A college student, caring mother of four, who fired up her children to make good grades so as to get into the best colleges and universities. The children obliged.