Have you ever thought how lucky you are to be alive? It seems like
such a simple thought, but it's only when you really look at it that it becomes
apparent just how lucky (or unlucky, depending upon your perspective) you
really are.
When I consider my
life, for example, I can remember almost being run down by a car when I was
about 8 or 10 years old. I was being cocky and the driver thought he was going
to teach me a lesson. As I leapt out of the path of his accelerating vehicle my
trailing foot was caught by his front bumper, which almost tripped me up. I
don't think I ever told my parents! It's easy to see what could have happened
if I had been half a second slower, or he was half a second quicker. Am I being
a little melodramatic here? I don't think so; how many kids are killed on our
streets each and every year? It happens!
Now think about
your parents. What were their lucky escapes? What illnesses did they have to
overcome? How many trees did your father nearly fall out of? If he had died in
his teens; if your mother had not made it to childbearing age, you simply would
never have lived - ever!
What about your
grandparents? They will have lived through at least one world war. My father's
house was completely bombed out when he was about 8 or 10 years old. But he had
been evacuated to Aberystwyth in Wales and my grandparents were in the bomb
shelter or somewhere else. They were never able to live there again. If my
grandmother had not been able to send her son away, what then? If they had
remained at home and taken a chance that day...
But it's this next
thought that really blows my mind. Think about the countless generations of
your direct ancestors, going way back down the centuries and even many millennia; right back to their dim and distant past - an unbroken line of
parentage eventually leading to you. How many lives make up that lineage? What
were the chances of just one of those ancestors actually surviving to
procreate? How many individuals even survived childbirth all those years ago?
Even in relatively recent times life expectancy was pitifully low. How much
more so ten thousand years ago? Now let's take a leap back a few millions of
years. Your direct ancestor would be very different from you, but would be your
ancestor nonetheless; your great, great, great, great etc (you get the point)
grandparent. Somewhere out there he or she would be roaming the earth,
sometimes barely surviving and on the lookout for predators. But that ancestor
made it through another day... and another... and another... and lived long
enough to pass on its precious genes to the next generation. The numbers of
ways that any of your ancestors could have met their premature end are legion.
If even a single one of them had failed, you would never have existed. I hope
that the sheer magnitude of that thought makes you pause at the improbability
of your existence. But here you are, reading this blog and you are oh so alive.
So what are you
going to do today? If you are anything like me you will go to work, eat, sleep,
argue with your spouse from time to time; any of the mundane things people do.
But maybe you will do it all with a renewed appreciation for just how lucky,
literally, you are to be doing it.
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