Forever grateful for the small things in my life …
For the rest of my life I will never, ever, ever take my life for granted. I have felt this way for years but after watching a very moving Oprah show tonight about a little boy who watched as his father stabbed his mother to death, then stabbed the little boy 6 times, leaving him for dead. At first I cried as I listened to the 911 call as the boy said, “My father killed me, he stabbed me to death.” I thought I was crying for just the little boy. Then when the show ended I realized that I was crying for my son and I. Crying because for too many years that is how I was certain my life would end. My son would watch as his father stabbed me to death, then either move on to kill my son, then himself. This scene had been beaten into my fail mind for years, keeping me locked inside the invisible fear of potential death.
Then one day I feared staying more than I feared dying. I was certain that night was the night that if I didn’t make a move I would be the headline in the news the following day.
I am not writing this to make you sad or for sympathy, I am writing this to remind you that even the simplest things shouldn’t be taken for granted like breathing, opening the windows on sunny days and sleeping without the fear of being jolted into another nightmare. The ability to no longer fear that the shadow lurking in my bedroom closet is a man that will jump out and slice my throat as I sleep.
For the simple things, I am so very grateful.
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