“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
At birth in 1916 my Grandfather weighed 1 lb. His makeshift crib was a shoebox and his incubator the family oven.
My Dad exercised too hard and surrendered to sudden cardiac arrhythmia - so swiftly, he never suspected he died.
At 80 mph a six-foot steel pipe shattered my windshield. It landed just shy of my passenger, my Mom. She was spared by a sliver of a second or degree or some divine combination.
Why some people, why some moments and why not others?Our fragile little lives are erratic, uncontrollable, fleeting and inexplicable.
So on this journey, I will craft a plan to guide me, but I will strive to stray from the plan whenever possible.
I will relish the weak moments that painfully rattle my soul and stretch my psyche.
I will accept that some things I desire will never be, but what I do find will lead me where I need to go.
I will default to yes.
I will strive to be criticized for who I am rather than loved for who I am not.
I will continue to love completely knowing that I will lose.
And with me, I will carry Dad's promise that there is always a way to make things work and his simple advice to find happiness in what I choose to be and do.
— Alison Fournier