It all began many years ago, too many to mention, in a hospital in Youngstown, Ohio.
They called it a delivery room, but I could never understand that because they were actually receiving me.
Anyhow, I was very comfortable in the womb, just floating around, at easy in my little water filled balloon.
All of the sudden, someone burst my bubble, I mean literally burst my bubble, and left me high and dry.
I mean I wasn't bothering anyone, and even if I was I didn't mean too.
The walls which once used to protect me, began to nudge me towards a tunnel.
Slowly I am squeezed down this tunnel so dark and scary.
Then, I saw a light, there really is a light at the end of the tunnel!As my head reaches the end of the tunnel my joy soon turns to terror.
Someone grabs me by the head and pulls me out and the next thing I know I am dangling by my feet and someone is smacking my rear end.
That was not the welcome to the world party that I had imagined.
Talk about being blinded by the light.
I waited 9 months for this.
All I could think of was put me back.
Within moments I was placed under a bright light.
I felt like I was going to get the 3rd degree.
What could I possibly know?I was just born.
Instead, I received my first bath.
Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.
It was the least they could do after that guy cut off almost all my cord, I hope I won't need that thing.
Before long I was wrapped snug and placed on the lap of what I came to find out was my mother.
I knew her voice well.
I heard it all the way down the tunnel.
She was screaming a lot at someone that I would later learn, was my father.
I guess the journey was rough on her as well.
After a brief stay at the not so comfort inn, my parents finally took me home.
It was not a womb full of water but hey, I was adapting.
My eyes were not quite adjusted.
Everything seemed blurry.
Maybe that guy at the hospital had worked me over too hard.
Maybe I needed that cord to see.
Mal-practice!I could hardly move, I began to hate that doctor, what had he done to me, I was a vegetable.
I couldn't roll over, I couldn't crawl.
I couldn't walk and I couldn't talk.
When i tried to talk, I cried.
I couldn't even go to the bathroom, I had to just lay there and go, and then wait to be changed.
What kind of life was this? As the months passed things improved.
I knew there were many challenges ahead in life, and I felt like if I got through this part, I could face anything.
As children we wish we were adults, as adults we miss being children.
Life really is a journey.
A circle of life to be appreciated, no matter how it all began.