January 30, 2013: Dear Dr. Kures …
589 nights ago, you fought for me. You didn’t even know me, yet you did everything in your power to save my life. Your skills, knowledge, and decision-making that night allowed me to experience so much over the last year and a half. There have been big, loud, raucous times … mud runs, sunny days in a kayak, admiring Eddie Van Halen’s moves with my sister, watching my dad show us all how to properly operate a (child’s size) hula hoop … even a 5k run in a peanut-butter sandwich outfit. I got the opportunity to celebrate Felix Hernandez’ perfect game with 39,000 other yellow-clad baseball fans. I bought a house! There have been quieter moments … enjoying a beautiful sunset with friends, my mom’s smile … kissing my son’s cheek on his 28th birthday. And a profoundly joyful moment celebrating LIFE with a thumbs-up from my beloved nephew, home from one tour of duty in Iraq and another in Afghanistan, with a chest full of medals and a Purple Heart.
What you do matters. I will never forget, or take for granted, the gift you gave me.
Thank you …
