This week, there were two anniversary days.
November 18th, the day our Nora was born. A scrappy little 2 lb. 14 oz. fighter, bursting to life and changing the world.
November 19th, I woke up, after the doctors were sure I never would again.
And I’ve realized some things about those days. You can read the whole story here and throughout many, many blog posts in 2012.
November 19th, I woke up.
When you come that close to death, your world view shifts. Things change in your heart, paradigms you’ve always believed and trusted are shaken to the core.
I learned that life is so, so short. I learned that every single life is precious. As I held my tiny baby, smaller than half a bag of flour…I knew her life was precious. And in my heart, something opened up. Lives are so precious.
I became more sensitive to news stories of human suffering. Pictures of children struggling for life in orphanages began to seem urgent. I saw need everywhere.
I also figured out that I want an extraordinary life. I don’t want the white picket fence and new cars and great clothes. I like those things…but my life goals are simpler now…
There is so much suffering in our world. And I am still piecing together and puzzling out our place in the resolutions.
But I came away from my experiences in November of 2012 changed. I woke up. And I know I want to make an impact. I am reminded anew every year on these days.
I want to make a difference. Because I’m grateful, because this life is short, because every single person has value that can’t be measured.
We are starting with one. Just one.
Will you join us?