"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"I felt the Lord speak to my heart. To me, the busy mom, the weary woman, the hustling business lady, the overwhelmed, but loving wife. But mostly, the daughter."
"As I held her, she gasped for breath. I told her that I was so sorry. I told her I loved her. I told her it was okay to let go. Seeing your child dying and knowing that there is nothing you can do to save them, it’s a terrible feeling. You’re helpless."
“My son has permanent brain damage. His visual memory is in the fourth percentile. He's impaired in his ability to make real world choices because of his visual memory and his ability to fully perceive visual input.”
