Never Be Afraid To Tell Your Story

 We are in the countdown to California mode. Only three more weeks to go. Yesterday was one of those busy days - appointments, errands, ect. At the end of the day, I felt accomplished but exhausted. By the time I parked the car in the driveway and unloaded everything, it was 9:30, and all I wanted to do was eat dinner and go to bed. Upon getting ready for bed, I noticed I had a missed call and voicemail from a local number. I almost put off listening to it until this morning. As the voicemail began to play, I realized it was our favorite nurse from the pediatric floor at York Hospital. What she said next moved me to tears, "I had to call you personally to let you know that because of people like you, an announcement was made that the IV team is returning. It is because of people like you who vehemently spoke out and wrote letters about the IV team being disbanded that a group was formed to look at the complaints. The hospital is bringing the team back in full force."

I write with a particular passion, mostly about things that matter to me, Chris, and our children. I write for various reasons. One of those reasons is fueled by the hope of being a voice of change. I cannot count the number of times I have heard people say, "My voice does not matter," or "I am only one person. What good will it do except make me a target?" We each have our own story to tell. Never be afraid to tell yours.