Of the 6 chicks that hatched from our own eggs last weekend, one is having major problems. She probably has a heart defect. Struggling to breathe. Won't eat. Only drinks when I dip her beak in the water. Was up with her all last night, expecting her to die but she's fought all night and is still alive.
Maybe I can learn something from her. She will probably still die, but she gave it everything she had.
So why can't I give my life everything **I** have?
That's a puzzler.
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...