I am thankful for the chance to live life to the fullest, no matter what. I am always moved by this picture of little newborn Jazmen in my arms. At that age, just barely days old, I myself was abandoned and left for dead. Surviving long enough to be randomly discovered was nothing less than a miracle. To know that my own kiddo won’t have to fight such a fate is joyous.
I never should have been born. I never should have been found. I never should have been adopted. And yet, here I am. And to say that I am thankful for this life is an understatement.
When I held Jazmen for the first time, I was never more appreciative of all the breaks I got, all the odds I beat, all the miracles I witnessed. My life matters. I have had an impact on the lives of others. My worst day of living, my darkest moments of existence, is still a precious gift, an opportunity to rise up to another challenge once again.
To see Tylinne as a young woman on her own is no less a miracle of her own. Getting to know her is like once again seeing a different alternate reality of my own existence. She is so much like me in both obvious and sublime ways. Her life could have better, it could have been worse. Like the rest of us, she’s made the best of what she’s given, and striving for better.
Every day I wake up is one more opportunity to destroy the word “can’t”. I am thankful that the impossible is only an illusion. I am thankful that I have two constant reminders in my life who will never let me forget that.