The Power of a Choice--(Tell someone's elses story vs my own story)

You see, Uncle Tony was my granddad’s brother. My grandparents died when I was very young, so Uncle Tony and Aunt Tillie became our grandparents.

They were special people and favorite babysitters to my siblings and me

 

 

My Dad was so grateful for those last days, but the regret we felt leaving the hospital – all those lost years and the needless sorrow – was overwhelming. I wish I could have helped my dad change his mind sooner.

The desire to make a difference is still with me. When Uncle Tony was dying, I didn’t really have the experience or knowledge to help. All I could do was beg my dad to join me at the hospital and hope for the best. That’s what has led to my intense personal desire to find the right resources and the right people.

It has now turned into a personal drive to make sure working moms have the foundation for a prosperous, purposeful, and happy life. Because I don’t want anybody – moms, kids, husbands, anybody – to feel the grief my dad and I felt.

Why Do We Make the Choices We Do?

Even after Uncle Tony had passed away, you can imagine how hard it was to ask my dad about what had happened. As much as I wanted to understand the why and the how, bringing up that old family squabble was too much like picking at a scab.