On Saturday, April 1, 2000 at approximately 3:35pm, while in the midst of one of the most severe asthma attacks of my life, my pulse ox levels dropped below 50, I lost complete consciousness and I slipped into a coma. The last words I remember were those of the treating physician in the ER explaining to me that nothing was working and it wasn’t looking good. I remember letting out a piercing scream that scared me to my core as I hysterically burst into uncontrollable tears, “call my mom, call my mom…” I miraculously survived and God allowed me to be brought back. I did not return alone nor the same. There were things I learned, things I knew, and gifts to tap into that would change how I lived and saw life forever. Even with my new found momentum and “walking on water” elation, nothing would compare to what came next…

On Thursday, October 12, 2017, I got the middle of the night phone call that no parent ever wants to get, that we are all afraid to get, that those of us who have gotten it forever wonder why… the call that changes your life forever. I had gone to bed late the night before and was getting ready to travel. I remember my son’s then girlfriend telling me to wake up that the doctors needed to speak to the next of kin… that my only son, my first born child of twins, was no longer breathing and they needed consent to try to work on him. I remember the doctor asking me how aggressive I wanted them to be and if I wanted them to save his life, to which I replied…”as aggressive as you have to be.. you save his life!”