What makes me good to be

 

Mmm! For a long time I've  considered how my entry into the world flavored my personality.  

Depending on what occasion you ask my mum,  I was born either 7 or 9 weeks premature.  That was in 1961 and apparently treatment considered of placing these tiny bubs in a glass humidicrib and keep them isolated and warm,  and pray. 

I was a "blue baby" and "not expected to live", my parents did pray,  but hope was almost non existent.  I was given the Last Rites as I was expected to die 

Well obviously I didn't and in fact live life to the full.  My biggest strengths are an ability to isolate and fight. 

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