I almost died as a baby.
I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and in a very dangerous position. The midwife delivering me, quickly and carefully removed and cut through the umbilical cord before I suffocated, saving my life. The very thing that had kept me alive all those months within my mother, had almost killed me.
The midwife, who was Jewish, took the placenta (with my parents' permission) and buried it, said prayers, and planted a tree over the spot. A Jewish tradition, apparently.
Imagine if every human life was treated with such reverence? Was so carefully defended?
