Recently I was recalling a television show called “This Is Your Life”, mostly because I felt like I was feeling the preciousness of my life like it was gold given into my hands. I was walking with my wife on a misty afternoon, but there was no mist in my mind as I saw so clearly how priceless this existence of mine is. There I was with a woman beautiful beyond belief, under trees as strong as friends, in a world where even the sand on sidewalks seems exquisite, in a universe that makes millions of new stars each hour. “This is your life!” I sort of shouted to myself, smiling and moving a little closer to my wife as we walked.
No comments:
Post a Comment