In 1995, I was hit by a car as a pedestrian in New Orleans.  Details I learned from this accident (I have retrograde amnesia, a blessing from my brain) was that I flew 10 feet up in the air and landed in front of a taxi.  The fatality unit was called as I was presumed dead and apparently unrecognizable due to a huge brain hematoma.  The first thing I remember is waking up in a Tulane Universeity hospital room with disfiguring injuries, but miraculously alive.  Recovery was a long journey, but that is another story.

Since that time, I have wondered what my destiny is since few people live to tell a story of being hit by a car.  What is my path?  Am I living my potential? What choices am I making on this ‘borrowed time’ I have gratefully been given?   What legacy do I want to leave?

Questions we all need to ask on a daily basis.  What am I doing with this precious gift of time?

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