By the time I was out of the neighborhood I realized it was raining hard, not a scooter day, but I was already halfway to work. A gust of wind and rain hit my face and I was a little boy again, dragging a mattress with my mom and sister to the hallway for cover, listening to the horrifying sounds of a hurricane. I was really scared and kept thinking this had to be the worst night of my life. But then I’m under the mattress in the warmth of my mother’s arms and she’s replaced my bad thoughts with her love. As a cancer survivor I’ve learned there are no bad days anymore. Be mindful today of the gifts each day brings.
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