“I war running back to the house in Mayaguez with a melting ice cone we called a piraqua running sweet and sticky down my face and arms, the sun in my eyes, breaking through clouds and glinting off the rain-soaked pavement and dripping leaves. I was running with joy, an overwhelming joy that arose simply from gratitude for the fact of being alive. Along with the image, memory carried these words from a child's mind through time: I am blessed. In this life I am truly blessed.” MindChildrenWarFactsEyeRunningFacesJoyHouseMemoriesSunAliveSweetArmsGratitudeRainBlessedCloudsIceThis LifeOverwhelmingMeltingRough TimesPavementStickyDrippingConesRunning BackMelting Ice Author:Sonia
