Choices

Choice . . . When I was I a teenager I thought the big choice in life was, "Should I cut my hair or let it grow?". The first real choice in my life was where I would go to college? I made my choice, cut my hair and headed off to the future. I had made a good choice!

As I got older, I came to believe that fate or destiny made our choices for us. We were just careening down life's path, being tossed hither and yon at the whim of some magical force. But then again, I was in my twenty's, my hair was long again and still the same color it had always been.

When I was 31, I had my first child, a beautiful little girl. It wasn't until I was pregnant with my second child that I began to face that fact that something was not quite right with my daughter! I have always been the type of person to trust my instincts and did the same this time. From that point in time it took almost five years to correctly diagnose my daughter's issues and even then it was my second child, my son, who wa...