The other day while out for a joy walk, I decided to cut across the local cemetery. As I casually strolled by all of the numerous graves, looking at the dates on the tombstones, I wondered...."just how many of these people died on the day I was born?"

      All of a sudden, there I was, looking at this tombstone with the date of death... Dec.26, 1947...The very date I was born on. Not only that... My middle name is Wesley...the man buried below my feet...had Wesley as his middle name. My last name begins with an "M" ... this man's last name begins with an "M"!

      Coincidence or NOT... I left that cemetery with chill-bumps on my arms...and a much greater respect for my Higher Power!