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I breathe, in and out. Inhale. Exhale.

Life, with every breath, a gift.

A gift. Yes, a gift. But one I must accept.

Ironic. Without it I couldn’t resent it.

One day I caress it; embrace it; give thanks.

Another day I bear it; carry it; … give thanks.

A gift. Rejoice and be glad in it! Ungrateful?

I didn’t request it. At His behest I have it.

Yet, a gift. Yes, a gift. Just breathe.

They struck me so I’d take my first one.

What a blessing! I could scream! In horror.

Now stuck. Inhale. Exhale. It’s a gift, so breathe.