BREATHE

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The story of my birth is one that continues to inspire me to this day. I was born premature, weighed a mere 3 lbs. 3.5 oz., and my mother was told by doctors I only had a 1 percent chance to live. I also had a popsicle stick tied to my arm, and while the nurses initially joked that it was there so I didn’t fall out of the hole in the incubator - they revealed that I would sometimes forget to breathe, and would tug it to get me to breathe again.

I often find that, when I am stressed, I do forget to breathe from time to time, and have held my breath for a few seconds.

If I lived against those odds, I know I can make it through anything. And in those trying moments, I just have to remind myself to breathe.