Before my feet hit the floor each morning I thank my Higher Power for another day. I feel alive because I am here to serve, to be of use to my fellow human beings. The night I wrecked my truck and split it in half, I walked away without a scratch. No cuts, no broken bones. I don’t call that luck. I call that grace. I no longer believe in coincidence; there is something far greater than me at work in this world. The world itself is a miracle, beautifully crafted and too often it’s human choices that cause the harm. I believe I was spared for a reason: to serve.
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