When I look at a new born I am in awe again with the beauty of it. The tiny hands and fingers, the flesh that looks almost transparent it is so delicate. I am taken away from the world of power, politics, strategy and cynicism. And what I am looking at is a mystery in the flesh, a potential that hasn't revealed itself.
This new life could become a peace maker, a defender for justice, or a billionaire who spends his or her energy selling arms to terrorists.
This new life is going to be affected by the stories she or he hears, the varied ways his or her parents nurture whatever shines through in her personality. This new life will be diminished or held in care by the environment.
To think of all that could go right or wrong is overwhelming and brings me back to my own choices.
