arms or a killer cornbread recipe, or in
my case, equating confrontation with
heart failure.
When you came screaming onto this
planet you were truly a bundle of joy, a
wide-eyed creature incapable of doing
anything but being in the moment. You
had no idea that you had a body, let
alone that you should be ashamed of it.
When you looked around, everything just
was. There was nothing about your
world that was scary or too expensive or
so last year as far as you were
concerned. If something came near your
mouth, you stuck it in, if it came near
your hand, you grabbed it. You were
simply a human... being.