No Birthday Celebration?

While viewing other people’s blogs…..I came across the following one…

My childhood
I was borned on August 13, 1939 in Pematang Raya. My father was Tarianus Purba (Sigumonrong) and my mother is Dinaria Saragih (Garingging). In our village no body celebrate his birth day. I myuself knew my birth date for the first time when I was already appr. 12 years old. At that time we are asked to pick up our cetificate of baptising and since then I knew how old I exactly was and that I was baptised on December 26, 1939.

While reading this info above….it dawned on me that not everyone celebrates their ‘being borned’ like we Americans do…..
What a privilege it is to share with family and friends the simple fact that….
….WE WERE ‘BORNED’…..
Everyone knows how much emphasis that I place on birthdays and anniversaries….some say ‘too much foolishness’….
But I do NOT apologize for being part of celebrating the fact that we remember in a special way when someone else came to this earth and lives their lives……near and dear to us….
So I say with gusto……Celebrate…The Good Life of the ones YOU LOVE!