How do you celebrate life? With the sparkling glasses, stuffed turkeys and mashed potatoes? With the songs and dances? Or maybe with the stories of pain you went through?
I’m crying while watching this man talk, sing and jump. Not because the pain he went through is enormous, but because his heart is so big. Bigger than his hungry childhood belly. Bigger than the tanks of oil and the carats of diamonds and gold. And definitely bigger than the hungry belies those tanks and carats are trying to fill up.