as one country song sings:
i was born in the
middle of hurricane season...
literally
in the middle of
september
on the gulf coast of texas
in a city called
body of christ...
corpus christi,
i was born.
in the early morning hours
my mothers body
began labor
a hurricane of sorts...
but the doctor
was not readily available
and did not arrive
in time for pain medicine
to be administered.
my mother tells this
story with vivid memory
and to this day holds
that doctor accountable
for his lateness.
maybe this is why i am
rarely late
and mostly early
every where i go!
i was born in the middle of
hurricane season
when weather patterns
are
as unpredictable
and unstable as
life
can be.
and though instability
and the unexpected
can be threatening
and along the journey
through childhood and adolescence
i was threatened
and given the name
"momma's boy"
along with many
other monikers...
some
intential
intended to hurt...
and into adulthood
i remained intimated
by many things in life...
i am here to say
the winds have changed.
i've discovered
how to weather
storms that brew in life...
i've uncovered
the courage
i thought i never had.
there is wisdom
and strength to be had
for those born
in the middle of hurricane seasons...
and for those
caught in the high winds
of life events.
i'm here to say
that my momma's courage
on that night
in the middle of september
when her doctor was late
has been
the very courage
incubating deep within
and now
has
been born
through the labor
of the last four years.
i'm running to the shore...
i'm on the beech...
and the winds
and the swirling clouds
do not threaten
but instead
are a gift.
in the middle of
hurricane season
i breathed my first breath...
and
i am still
breathing!
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