May 15th.
There are years that go by without thinking about May the 15th. But when I realize the meaning of this day in my life, and remember about it I usually think about how good is to be alive...26 years ago I went into a heart surgery; and I think one of my earliest memories in life comes from being that night in the hospital...
Everything was pitch black, I could hear a murmur in front of my bed, I knew my parents were at the room, I was just waking up and suddenly a light and sound burst irrupted into the room along a nurse's silhouette coming at me.
I've felt special since then, because I've been aware that I got lucky. Lucky for having such good doctors, parents and family.
Mom & Dad sacrificed everything they owned to save my life, because my procedure was really expensive. They sold their stocks, the car, and so on... and I got lucky.
I like to think that I'm alive because I have to accomplish something special in this world. Nowadays, among all my chords and related work-stress I forget it sometimes and take myself seriously. God, I hate when that happens...
And believe me, this 26 years have been a blast! I've had it all, specially, love.
May 15th., you remind me the magic, the joy and bring out the best within me. Thanks a lot!
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M.
posted by Mauricio Cosío @ 11:15 PM
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