On November 2, 2012, I will celebrate my 62nd Birthday. I don't think I will take this one lightly. As I scan the daily paper, I realize that not everyone reaches this number. I remember classmates, friends and colleagues that passed away much too soon and realize that each day is a gift.
I stood at the Meadowbrook Mall on Saturday and watched as my granddaughter, Ali won 2nd Place in the County Science Fair. I can't imagine not being there. This week, we Skyped with my other granddaughter, Avery, as she scooped out a pumpkin. It is inconceivable that I came close to being a memory at these events.
So many good things have happened as a result of my "emergency", that I can hardly regret that it happened. Hundreds of calls, cards and encounters have made me realize how blessed I am. I have shared my story dozens of times and have listened to stories of friends as they relate their own "emergencies" to me. I've gained a newfound appreciation for the trials that others go through.
I'd like to say that this has inspired me to climb Mount Everest or take the Trans-Siberian Railway from Moscow to Mongolia, but I'd be lying. I want to eat my confetti cake made by Granddaughter Ali and listen to an out of tune version of "Happy Birthday" surrounded by family and friends.
Each day, my "emergency" appears farther away in the rearview mirror of life. Some incredible opportunities have opened up before me and I am excited as each day dawns. I know that some day in the future the details of my experience will become a little vague and distant, but I don't ever want to forget the lessons that this has taught me.
I'm hoping for a great gift this birthday. It has twenty four hours and I've realized that it is the best gift of all.
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