The Gift of Life

As I sit here, my mind quiets down putting thoughts to paper. There is bright, spring sunshine flooding this room. It’s a new day and I only get one chance to spend it well.

I was born in the spring almost 76 years ago. Seventy six years before I was born America had recently experienced the Civil War. I have been alive for roughly a third of the years since the Declaration of Independence.

I don’t know why I have outlived at least 10 per cent of my medical school class and an unknown percentage of my other graduating classes. I do know I want to speak to you about things that matter.

As my future here shortens, I value my days more fully. May God bless your journey, keeping you aware of the fragility and beauty of your precious life.

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