Reflecting on the day I was born, gives me great joy. There was a terrible storm that day and my mother could not get to hospital. My grandmother had to step in and assist in the process. I was ready to come into this world and nothing was going to stop me. There was panic, confusion yet love. On my birth certificate there is no time or weight, so I was either born at midnight or after midnight. Even my mother is still confused to this date. When I was young, my mom celebrated my birthday first on July 16 and then on July 15. Whatever, I celebrate the gift of life and knowing that I am here for a purpose. God continues to shine his light on me, so that I can be an instrument of peace, love and joy.