I celebrate my fifth birthday tomorrow! Five years ago my intestines ruptured and I went in for emergency surgery. I was on a respirator for two days. I always get a little nostalgic this time of year. I feel so fortunate to be alive when I should have died. I feel like God spared my life. By the way, my physician’s name was Jesus. No kidding. It had a hispanic pronunciation, but I’m grateful for Jesus and Jesus. The surgeon and the Great physician.

I think July 23, 2000 was the worst day and best day of my life. I’d never want to go through it again. It took me a year to fully recuperate. But it totally changed my perspective on life. I honestly feel like a five year-old.