I've always considered myself an advocate for life, and an eternal optimist always seeing the light when it was darkest. God must have needed to give me a reminder of just how precious our lives are.
You may have noticed my absence from the blog in these last few weeks. I have a good reason I haven't been blogging about day-to-day life. On June 8 I got up around 6:30 a.m. and wasn't feeling that great, but naturally thought nothing of it. I went on with my morning working on combines, but things weren't getting better. I felt shaky, sick, and felt like I had a fever. When I asked Vincent to feel my forehead he told me I was cold and I knew something was not right.