I cannot help but think (outloud even) multiple times a day how happy and lucky I am to be alive. Yesterday morning I woke up at 3:15am and couldn't go back to sleep... I logged in and read a bit and finally got up and went walking at 5, because I didn't want to miss a minute of the day. I wonder how long this will last - this awe with life. I hope I don't lose sight of the importance of being given a second chance - of living.