"Still Breathing"


   It was cold for an April night in the South. There was no heat in the room. The only person in attendance was my Aunt Mary who luckily knew how to use scissors because she owned a Beauty Parlor. I arrived easily weighing just four pounds. My mother's milk had dried up so there was no nursing. I was placed on towels in a large wicker clothes' basket with a 100 watt light bulb. For warmth, I think. Awhile later the Doctor arrived. He looked down at me and with a shake of his head and awe-tinged surprise in his voice he said, "Well,..... Still Breathing."












"The unexamined life is not worth living."