Nineteen years ago I looked death in the face; I knew there was a choice. I was certain the gods had their fates set to extinguish my flame. What came next was a message from beyond anything I could have imagined: my guardian angel physically entered my hospital room and told me to TRUST in the doctors and to TRUST that it was all going to be okay. And he was right. And I knew I was loved. And I know these truths to hold fast today.