Blessed and Highly Favored
I was blessed to have born in the good old USA and adopted at age thirteen.
Blessed to have been brought up in a beautiful small town surrounded by great mountains, and grass of the color of emerald, green.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac River and saved by holding onto the stock of my pellet gun.
What happened after that wasn't at all much fun.
When the gun slapped the mud the cocking mechanism sprang open, locking onto a stump allowing me to pull myself free of certain death from the rushing chocolate brown Potomac River.
Reflecting on that moment gives me quite a shiver.
Blessed to have survived a heavy weapon laden military aircraft which lost an engine and fell five hundred feet before regaining our altitude.
After such a terrifying incident my faith in my creator was renewed.
Blessed to have a gun aimed at me and the bullet to pass through an open passenger window of the car I was in, passed right in front of my nose and smashing the driver's side window instead passing through my head.
A fraction of an inch closer and I would have been dead.
After being wrongly accused and facing twenty years in prison I was blessed by a man who saved me from committing suicide, and there after all charges were dropped.
They tried to bury me, but they forgot I am a seed, and all their plans for eternal incarceration was flopped.
After all of this and that, there must be a good reason for me still remaining among the living.
Perhaps because of a personality that is always giving.
I am truly grateful for each and every day of this life I have savored.
I am without a doubt here for a purpose, here for a reason, blessed and highly favored.
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