On Good Friday many, many years ago my mother went to the French Quarter in New Orleans with her sister to buy crawfish. They stopped at Cafe Du Monde to enjoy a cup of the famous coffee.
While sipping coffee and snacking on beignets her water broke. I was born later that day in the City of New Orleans. My dad bought a box of cigars to handout and went with his cousin Noah to the Saint Charles Hotel Bar and then they moved on to Brennan's where they had 25¢ martinis to celebrate.
And so I had made my way into the world and would get my opportunity to enjoy the gift of life.