Is anyone out there blogging anout the miracle of having a human body? I got thinking about my heart. It began beating inside my mother's womb and conintued beating after I was born. This same heart continues beating ninety-two years later.
My body is a functioning miracle. I breathe. My body has ways and means to clean itelf. Nothing stays inside very long once its usefulness is done. Then the process starts over again when I've eaten and drunk.Whatever is useful is used the rest is excreted. This happens day after day. I don't have to give it a thought.
I have the eyes, ears, nose, mouth and tongue I started with all those long years ago. My feet are basically the feet I started with, grown big to suit my growing up. Same with legs, arms, toes and fingers.
Think about it. Think about the miracle of your body. Take care of it and it will take care of you. Yes, illnesses come to test our body's ability to take care of itself. Modern medicine lends a helping hand That in itself is a miracle. I know from my hospital stay my body needed help, especially my right knee and the pseudo gout playing merry hell with it.
Any comments. How often do you think about your heart? How long have you had it? Are you taking care of it? WHAT ABOUT YOUR BRAIN? It's the big controller, silently keeping track of this and that. Can't live without it.
Anita Birt, Romance and Mysterry author.
www.anitabirt.com
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