It just dawned on me. Can’t believe I almost forgot.

Eight years ago today I should have died. I went in for emergency surgery on my ruptured intestines. I was actually on a respirator for two day. So 07.23 is my second birthday.

It was the worst day and best day of my life. I have such a raw appreciation for life. One of the maxims in my next book, Wild Goose Chase, is live like today is the first day and last day of your life. Nothing like a near-death experience to change the way you live life.

Counting my blessings today!

Good to be alive!