I have felt the salty waves rush to caress my feet.
Some people will never watch snow flakes fall.
I have stood in four feet of snow in the streets
of Chicago.
Some people will never see the desert. The desert colors flowed over me like a blanket as I slept.
Some people have received miracles and never saw them. I have seen
miracles.
Some people never live to experience their hair turning grey. I have gently brushed the
silver strands and seen all of my life on my face.
