
Six years ago today, my world came crashing to a halt. Or at least it felt that way. I was in New York City visiting my gypsy friends and was excited because I had been snowed in and my trip home had been delayed by two days. I was supposed to fly out on Monday, but they were not able to get me a flight out of the city until Wednesday afternoon because of all of the snow.
Late on Tuesday night, I woke up at about 1:00 a.m. gasping for air. At the time, I didn’t know if I’d [ ... ]