After months in the hospital hoping a donor heart would arrive, I was looking pretty rough. One act of Kindness was all it took to make me feel human again. I share an excerpt from my book: Quarks of Light, A Near-Death Experience;

When I looked the most haggard and disheveled, Johnny helped restore my dignity by giving me a haircut, with a tiny pair of stainless-steel surgical scissors. I tucked those scissors away in my toiletry bag for keepsake. They are a symbol of thoughtful love extended by so many.

Love connects us to the higher realm, when we serve others. We can feel and sense our spirit lifting out of our clay vessel, defying gravity—reaching for the heavens. The hand of God is waiting, ready to reach down and meet us halfway, but only when we choose to act.