A year and a month ago, my wife gave birth to our baby boy, David. Eileen suggested naming him after my little brother who passed away in 2008 to Congestive Heart Failure at 39.
I’m in the office now, and cannot spend time writing, but I needed to jot down something quickly just to push me to start writing again when I’m off work. There is so much to be thankful for. My parents are still with us and are still a great blessing. My work is sustaining us, and I work for a great hospital with great friends for coworkers. So, it would seem life is about as good as it can get. Yet, I feel hungry to make a greater contribution to the world I live in.