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By: John Macdonald

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We exist in an ever-changing world. One in which tomorrow is not a given thing. Our choices are prolific. I look around and see the excavation of history and the expanding field of space exploration but at the same time a diminishing protective shield that surrounds our planet due to an increase in temperature from chemical diffusion in the atmosphere. The pollution of our natural water sources combined with the overwhelming harvest of the seas can only mean less food and poorer water for us all. Added to this would be man’s culpability for selfdestruction, anywhere from theft, murder, racial differences, religious tensions, territorial debates, terrorist debacles, alcohol and drug abuse, and the list goes on and on.

What we seem to be missing is the main ingredient, the one most spectacular gift we have been given, and that is life itself. As our planet revolves, another dawn approaches, which offers another chance to see a glorious sunrise or perhaps to feel a drop of rain or hear a bolt of thunder as lightening splits the air we breathe. The living force of mother nature shakes hands with humanity, and all is well for the moment, and that is all we have. I choose to live while I can. I want to see another sunrise and take a midnight stroll under the moon. I want to make another friend, to shake his hand, to muddle through the sea of modern politics. But most of all, I want the opportunity to cast my vote for life. How about you?

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About the Author

My name is John H. MacDonald. I was born in Ft. Leavonworth Kansas, which makes me an army brat. With my family I have traveled extensively across the U.S. and in Europe. I have walked through and touched the mighty redwood and cypress trees in the west. I have harvested wild raspberries on Camano island near Widby, and close to Seattle Washington. I have been on top of that magnificent tower on clear days, and when the clouds made it impossible to see your hand in front of your face. I have seen the sand dunes in Montana and been on skies in the Rockies. I have fished for salmon in the northwest, and caught rainbows in southern Missouri. I have played golf at Myrtle Beach and gone swimming off its shores. My mothers family is from northern Michigan, which we rarely visited. We were seldom anywhere close to them. My grandfather was raised near New Orleans and we saw him now and then. I remember Yellowstone, the buffalo and bears. I used to have some pictures which we took on more than one occasion. I remember looking down into the Grand Canyon and wondering how we could get across. I remember almost drowning on a fishing trip in Germany, and enjoying fresh cheeses from the Alps mountains. I remember military posts from east to west, and north to south. I remember Niagra Falls, and Rhine falls in Switzerland. So many miles, countries, dialects, and faces. I don’t consider myself to be overly intelligent, but observative, and willing to learn and accept our entire world. Some things you put into the back of your mind, waiting to be remembered and cherished again. Some things you would rather not be reminded of, but are the hidden part of you, the building blocks of reality. I had the fortuitous adventure of seeing this country of ours from the seat of my motorcycle, the best of times, and the worst. I went down and into a coma, which I don’t recall. But, during the healing my world was lost and found. I suddenly found a new perspective, and began to write inexplicably. Now I find myself living in an apartment in Lenexa, Kansas, working part time, writing continually, enjoying new friends, and living day to day, never knowing what tomorrow has to offer, but exited just to be here.

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