The Sunday night before this annual October holiday, for about half of my life, I have taken some time to be more thankful than usual that I am alive. This is because when I was 17 years old I crashed a car into a telephone pole, which snapped in half and missed my car by a few feet when it fell.
Well, after my visit to New York City to see a beautiful show by Hiromi Uehara and her Piano Quintet, I will always be thankful on Saturday's this annual October holiday, because I had another near brush with the reaper yesterday afternoon, which I will write about once I can process the events. Even so, I had a fantastic visit to the city, and really needed all of that, including the scary near death experience.
Love and light to you, reader.
We're something and not nothing, which is everything
