My Son’s Miracle Heart

     It is the day before getting discharged from the hospital where my son was born. A RN nurse comes in, checks my boy with a sthetoscope, and says she hears a heart murmur. A doctor comes and dismisses it as a breathing pattern. Another RN comes, listens to my baby boy’s heart and says…

Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro

In the midst of the positive thoughts that occupy my spirit and my mind, there exists a gnawing sensation letting me know it is time for something different to happen. I begin to think: “Something” is a vague word, so I must figure out what it stands for. “I need to go home!” I hear…