"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"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.”
