The other day Steve dropped by the office and we went out for lunch. On the way back to work we stopped in at Radio Shack because we know the owner and he's going to give us a good deal on a new receiever. We went to the back of the shop to look at receivers and there were a few big screen TV's there and they were showing footage of a baby giraffe being born. I was spellbound by the image of this creature as he emerged from his mother, covered in gooey slime. As soon as he hit the ground, he immediately tried to stand. But his legs were so long and gangly, and the world so new, that he repeatedly fell over. He kept on trying to get up on all four poles of legs, and his limbs were quivering with effort. After five or six attempts, he wobbled to a standing position and held it for a few seconds. His mother came and nuzzled his head, and licked some of the birth goo off of him and then she begins to nurse him, his hungry little mouth sucking the life out of her.

It was just so beautiful.

So there I am, in the back of Radio Shack, my eyes brimming with tears because I have just witnessed the miracle of life, giraffe style.