If you had told me four years ago that I would be knee deep in a world where children fight like warriors, parents fight like superheroes, and where my heart and passion would be on the front lines with these families and the amazing medical teams and organizations that help families fight and survive…I would have thought you were crazy.
Four and a half years ago, I was a work-at-home mom doing medical transcription (ironic, I know) and I had just enrolled in the last class I needed to become a credentialed teacher in Texas. I remember telling people that life was “content.” Great neighbors, great school for Ethan and Abby. Hardly Norman Rockwell, but nothing major was going on in our lives.
But I wasn’t truly just happy. Something was missing. Daddy and I would often think of organizations to get involved with because we wanted to do something meaningful. But it felt like picking a name blindly off a list as to where we wanted to help. Nothing specific called out to us.
Fast forward to today.
I won’t say I’m happy. I’m not content. I’m not. Far from it. But there is something that I have now that I didn’t have before. PASSION. There is a fire inside of both my husband and I that we didn’t have before. It goes way beyond just “wanting to be involved” like we did four years ago.
It is an intense need to make sure changes are made in a system that, we feel, is currently flawed. It is an internal drive in our hearts that encourages us to go out there and help those who really deserve to be cared after. I can honestly say I never, ever felt this way before in my life.
Thank you, Hannah. Just another one of the many important gifts you have given me.
I love you, baby girl. I miss you.
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