In 2021, I found myself in a Salt Lake City hospital bed, where the doctors informed me that I had 12 hours to live. Faced with my own mortality, the first call I made was to my mother in San Diego who was on the very next flight to be by my side – she was my Lifeline.
In this often cold and unforgiving world, WE are all we have. It is our obligation to take care of each other.