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Long after I was resuscitated, I was still chuckling about being detected as a human being. Â
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it my biological body that gave me away? Or maybe it was the joy and love that was spilling out from my “Nana-heart?”Â
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Either way, it reminded me that it is good to be human.
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It is good to live and love, and to experience all that life has to offer. Sometimes those experiences are
precious—like my time with these kiddos—and sometimes they are filled with sadness and pain—like when I lost babies in miscarriage. Sometimes our humanity feels like a never-ending hamster wheel of work, paying bills, taking care of responsibilities, cleaning up messes, and walking on eggshells.
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I guess what I’m trying to say is, it is good to sit with the idea of being human on this planet, at this time, with this life. We will all be soon gone, our photos and mementos long forgotten in boxes, while the world will keep spinning for new sets of humans and their own brief time.
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It’s up to us to make the most of what we have, here and now.
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