Life Lessons
On a lonely summer day in 1987, somewhere along the beach overlooking the Indian Ocean, there is a baby being born. Although this has nothing to do with me, it would be interesting to see where the boy is in life right now. Is he dealing with the war in Iraq? Could he possibly be dancing with animals in Madagascar? Or do you think he is chasing after Kangaroos for fun? No one can really tell you. There were probably dozens of babies born along the Indian Ocean that year. Who knows? Maybe there really was just one and he’s thinking the same thing about me. But it’s a tad harder to narrow my birth down. So what makes me special? You could narrow it down to the exact hospital I was born in, yet there would still be multiple results. So I’ve come up with two possible conclusions.