One of the most vivid memories in my life was laying my son down to sleep one night, who was 3 years old then, and focusing on his breathing as he rested. Little did I know a few hours later I would be joining my mom and brother at a hospital hearing my dad breathing with the aid of a respirator. The contrast between those two types of breathing was jarring and will forever remind me of the gift of breath. I thank our Creator for this wonderful gift today.

1 year ago