I have ridden a camel in the Desert between India and Pakistan and listened to camel drivers playing plastic water jugs while singing under a sky thick with stars.
I have held the cold hand of one taking a last breath.
I have answered the call from jail and posted bail.
I have spent time in the city of Paris but never once saw the Eiffel Tower yet gazed upon the Gates of Hell not knowing what I saw.
I have washed thousands of dishes with still thousands more to wash before I’m done.
I have basked in the adrenaline of winning and taken on the challenge offered by defeat.
I have roller skated across the Golden Gate Bridge.
I have kept my dreams to myself
I have listened to 130 student piano recitals and clapped for my children and children I don’t know, praising their courage to perform.
I have sat in bleachers at major league baseball games and thrilled to the energy of a crowd watching their home team win.
I have given money to the homeless when I myself did not have a home.
I have seen dead bodies in the streets of a city under siege.
I have danced on stadium walls at Gratetful Dead concerts
I have blown bubbles to make a three-year-old laugh at a dog bitting bubbles.
I have embraced four newborn babies slippery from birth, forgetting instantly the pain it took to bring them into the world.
I have watched fire burn uncontrollably.
I have planted trees.
I have endured raising teenagers.
I have killed and butchered pigs and chickens.
I have sailed the Blue Lagoon and saw fish leaping from the water and looked into the clear depths of the sea.
I have been lucky.
I have lived by candle light.