January 2, 2002
Eight years ago today, my daughter Whitney was born. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I was extremely sick with pneumonia and could barely breath but Trina insisted that I be in the delivery room with her to witness the birth of our child. I was barely conscious but I do remember the birth and seeing my daughter for the first time. It was awe inspiring seeing a new life being brought into this world. I have seen grown men become very emotional when it comes to experiences such as this. The closest thing I could compare it to was the feeling of seeing your favorite baseball team win the World Series.
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January 1, 2002
The dawning of a new year. There is something magical about that. For some odd reason, we as a human species feel it is important to stay up past midnight on one night per year and lay a big old kiss on a complete stranger. This is followed by a ritual where we list things in our life that needs changing. This list is posted for us to see and we review it on a daily basis for the first ten days of the year after which we put it in a drawer never to be seen again until late next December when we find it. It is usually stuck to the bottom of a coupon for Hi-C juice boxes or something and as we review the list we realize that our lives are in the same place that they were a year before but now we are a year older and a year wiser so the next year we have the will power to overcome our frailties.
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