“My dances with death were on the same day, just 7 years apart. Extensive counseling and desperate journaling have left me without any explanation of why I subconsciously chose May 4th as the date I should die.”

“My dances with death were on the same day, just 7 years apart. Extensive counseling and desperate journaling have left me without any explanation of why I subconsciously chose May 4th as the date I should die.”
“It started on the cold lonely bathroom floor where I lay in a pool of my own blood, saying goodbye to the children my body could not protect, grow, and nurture. Three pregnancies in nine months that all end in miscarriage is not good for the body. Or the mind. Or the soul.”
“These incredible stories, 95 of them – hard ones and easy ones, painful ones and hopeful ones – are the stories they are just beginning to write on their own.”
“Those little fingers will grip a steering wheel, wave goodbye and drive off to somewhere new. Those little fingers will walk down the aisle and say ‘I do,’ falling in love with someone new.”
“My strength was rising. Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws and doctor visits, but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave.”
“We had told my son he could wear pajamas to the ceremony, but that’s not the only reason he was so relaxed. In that moment, I knew for a fact my husband and I had found each other not because we were soul mates… but because he was right for my KIDS.”
“I immediately began CPR. He still had a pulse and I was determined. I was so, so in love with this little man. The entire ambulance ride was a blur. I sat there, watching them work on my 4-month-old, tiny son. ‘Not my beautiful baby!’ We were such good parents. How could this happen to us? We finally left the hospital having to tell my other son the hardest conversation I’ve ever had. It was the worst nightmare ever.”
“On my way to work, it became personal. The folks who charge the scooters at night placed them out in the morning—effectively blocking anyone from using the sidewalk. While others might be able to walk around the scooters, I didn’t have that choice.”
“When I left the library, I had 86 messages. All from my amazing, perfect boyfriend. The charming guy who accused me of cheating. As I left, I could feel someone watching me.”
“She gave me a car, a phone, and a bed to sleep in. In return I gave her lies, sleepless nights, and stole everything I possibly could.”