Being aware of it.

Boris may not know it. Yet. But he's had an interesting and fascinating life. Merely being born. In exotic St. Petersburg. Can be construed. As glamorous. Some day, Boris may think of it that way. And here he is. In Minnesota. A Russian transplant. In America.  Even his name, Boris. Gives him distinction. I could write about Boris. About seemingly little things. In his life. Now it's up to Boris. To give it all. Meaning. To recognize. That he's been blessed. By circumstance. Not the least. Being that he is Boris. And I am blessed, too. For having crossed the path of Boris. And of being aware of it. --Jim Broede