If I was a writer and had the skill and patience to write a memoir, this would be the first chapter. I think.
I cannot say with any definitiveness when human life begins. This is a question best left to theologians, scientists and philosophers. What I do know for certain is that I was born on February 5, 1972 but that was not when life began for me. For the first twenty or so years of my life, I merely existed; occupying space on this planet and little more. It wasn’t until March 7, 1992 that life began for me.
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