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Hi Monk,

I'm back from my Brazil trip and read about your accident. One of the times I've felt more pain for someone else was when I saw my daughter's broken collarbone X-ray, the day after she was born. That broken bone was a truly horrible sight. The doctors had broken it while trying to get her out... I won't go as far as saying you have been born again too, but I would like to thank whatever it is that kept you alive (allmighty thunder gods, karma, chance) for the fact that you are still there.

Here all is going well, for a not very broad definition of well. My very close family has suffered a great blow: my youngest cousin in my mother's side of the family has died this summer. He was two years old, and my grandmother's first great-grandson (Zimt's the second). I was away, and missed the commotion, the funeral, everything. They didn' want to spoil my holidays. Now I'm here with a strange feeling. Somehow, someone's written "mourning" in my to-do list, and it's overdue, and everyone has already done it, and I'm running late, and it is truly weird to be mourning and out of place, in your own family.

Still, this sort of pain helps you appreciate everything that you take for granted: the fact that your loved ones are actually alive; using your own arm; all derivated blessings. How death marches, piled up laundry, not nearly writing half the stuff you meant to write while away, your business cash flow, stress, demanding clients... everything... is meaningless, really. Everything but enjoying people around you and life in itself. While it lasts.

It's amazing, the stuff pain can teach you. But we don't want to be that wise. I don't. I didn't. I wouldn't have paid the price if I had known it in advance.

It's going to be an interesting autumn. On Sunday, Ap'sine will move to my city. On Monday, she will start working for me. With me. I'm very excited with the idea: for my life, for hers, for my dear little company, growing all the time and getting more and more interesting.

I have way more than I ever dared to wish for. And I'm determined to enjoy it.

I wish it was contagious.

I'll wish you as well a very happy (and speedy) recovery.

Hugs (in the non-painful side, if possible),

L.

07 de septiembre de 2007, viernes, [20:01 - 20:04] @ And \"Send\"
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