The Beginning

At the time of my birth I was seven month in gestation, and labor had to be induced to save my life.  I weighed five pounds, and  was forced fed to keep me alive. The chances for my survival were very slim.

But I am here, and hence it is obvious  that I survived.

This was my beginning!  And now what?  Is this the blueprint of my life?

Happy musings!


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