Many look upon me with pity, but I am living my dream. No, that isn’t a sick attempt at sarcasm. I am honestly living out my greatest dream quite successfully. Still in disbelief?
In the same week of being told I had a few years to live my dream came true. My wife at the time discovered the cause of her morning lovefest with the toilet. I have never experienced such a high and devastating despair in the one emotion. I cursed the Lord. Racked with sadness my thought was how could a loving God send a child now? After recovering from the sucker punch delivered by Iron Mike Tyson (the diagnosis) I decided this disease will not abbreviate my life. During the pregnancy I was determined I would not become a brief distant memory, but it was only a desire void of certainty. The long awaited dash to the hospital arrived in the middle of the night. In my excitement I failed to look for on coming traffic and just avoided a wreck at the end of the driveway. Hannah arrived within the hour. As I held our precious gift fresh from the oven I was overwhelmed with a confidence I would see my child become an adult. I have no doubt this was divinely inspired. It was a comfort not known until that phenomenal moment.
Never give up on your dreams. Ignore the naysayers no matter the decibel of their chorus. I love the word impossible, no other utterance inspires me more. I’m living the dream! Thanks so much for reading. I really appreciate you clicking. Have a great day! dj