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I am a better person when I think about air.
I am more valuable to myself when I appreciate what I breathe and cease to act like a spoiled brat, contending it’s insignificant.
I remember the first time I went to a hospital and required oxygen. I didn’t know I needed oxygen–the doctor explained that the air I was breathing and how I was processing it was not producing enough restorative energy to make me feel good. It sounded stupid. That is, until they hooked the oxygen up to my nose, and within five minutes, my head cleared, I found myself breathing deeper and was completely in the midst of a rejuvenation.
Little did I know how much I needed more air … until the lack of air left me verging on a quiet desolation.
Now, I realize we can become silly or obsessed with appreciation. But candidly, I think very few of us risk that posture. We are much more likely to become jaded and sarcastic.
But the stuff works.
Stop and think about that. How many concoctions do we use every day that only partially fulfill their promise?
But air just keeps delivering the goods … and has eight billion satisfied customers.