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Each day as part of my morning ritual, I go to www.thebreastcancersite.com, read the story from today’s contributor and click the button, which through advertisers donates to free mammograms. The stories are all different and all the same in one way; there is a reverence for life and valuing the support of others as a basic ground of being.
I wonder why it takes the experience of possible death for us to truly appreciate life?
At sixteen I became less concerned about whether I lived and more concerned about how I live.
I wonder whether there is any other way to have this experience other than recognizing that our lives are fragile (the possibility of imminent death)?
Unless there is breaking news I have not heard, death is inevitable.
Why would I want to do anything other than the most important thing I can see to do in this the last moment of which I have any guarantee?