It’s a biblical term, look it up. Comment on the title if you’d like, but this is about me. I recently turned thirty something. While reflecting with a friend at the close of that day, on the anniversary of my birth, I realized that I was grateful. My birthday, a national holiday in my mind, is always filled with ceremonies to mark my triumphant entry into the western hemisphere. I was born. I smile on that day. I pamper myself. It’s very meaningful. But recently, what meant the most on that day, was the ability to breathe…in and out. I was cognizant too. No pain. Bills. Goals. Sunlight. Sounds. Pavement. A manicure. Air.