Thought I'd include an excerpt of a poem by Pablo Neruda:
Thought this apropos for these kinds of moments...:)

It is well known that we are born.

It's well known that in the room
or in the woods
or in the hut in the fisherman's district
or in the crackling canefields
there is a very unusual silence,
a moment solemn as wood,
and a woman gets ready to give birth.

It's well known that we were born...

It was in the halls of this high school that I first became aware that I would be a therapist...and so many other things...
The mystery of High School...!!