Many of the staff at work wised me a happy birthday, and Victoria made this a wonderful birthday weekend. Yet, I found myself kind of moping around work, again because I was tired and because I was not thrilled about my odometer rolling over as it were. Along with the staff wishing me a happy birthday, they were also talking about a former student at our school who was killed in an auto accident this weekend. I believe he was only 27. In listening to this, I felt down right ashamed for basically complaining about being alive for one more day. After I left work, I gave myself a swift kick in the butt and I decided to embrace the day. My mom and dad called me and wished me a happy birthday (my mom did at 4:10, the time I was born), and I had a chance to talk to Victoria as well. All in all, I'm very happy to be alive. In the spirit of being older however, I was showing some kids this morning how I could jump. I went to jump up and touch the rim in the gym and I think I pulled something in my back.
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