I'm writing this for the day after tomorrow:
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Where I come from they commemorate the day I almost died thrice yearly
But I thank God for He wouldn't have me die early.

The night I was born I received my fair share of angels, friends, demons and enemies - best believe we all do!

So weak and small physically: I couldn't even lift a shoe but those who can see past this realm into the future, and know best not to judge a man by his outward appearance saw a me so big and strong walking - they had to engage a whole army and together set bear traps to amputate me lest I go places and fulfil the assignment of The One who let me bud, grow and flourish in the wilderness with no one but Him and His to water me.
Little as I was, to them I remained a major...