Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I forget that I have anything wrong with me. I pause, and the reality comes flooding back. I embrace it, and greet the day.

Sometimes, after I've been quiet for a long time, I speak, but don't recognize my own voice and I giggle.

Sometimes, I think I'll order the cheeseburger at the restaurant, and realize I can't get my mouth open wide enough to take a bite, so order the pasta instead. Then I feel glad, because I'd rather have pasta over a burger any day.

Sometimes, I thank God that I'm still alive, and feel the love of a thousand raindrops on my skin, and I think that I am one of the lucky ones.