I was born two months early on May 16,1983
I couldn't wait to enter this world.
When I was just days old I laid in an incubator
fighting to breathe.
Nobody really knew how long I would be there.
Each breath I took was shallow an I often couldn't breathe.
A few months later I could go home but I was on a breathing machine.
I laid there in an incubator so determine and look at me now.
I have been a fighter since the day I came into this world.
People used to tell that I was miracle child because I survived.
As I will turn twenty this year and there is not a day I thank god for each day.