
September 13, 2003. We were on our way to an AYSO soccer game- I was 13, Jake was 12, and we were both dressed in our soccer jersey's and shin guards, all ready for our games. We were driving down 4700 w. around 10am, and that's when my mom's cell phone rang! It was the call that we had been hoping and praying for for months. My mom flipped a U-turn before the phone call had ended, we rushed to the hospital, and after a 12 hour surgery with a whole team of doctor's, my dad had a new heart.
Life is fragile. We are so blessed to live in such an amazing time when and skilled medical professionals perform miracles EVERY DAY, a full heart transplant in my dad's case. These men and women save thousands of lives, and make it possible for people like ME to enjoy the incredible and priceless blessing of still having my father.





