I still remember the phone call, the date, the time, where I was, everything.
It was Friday, March 8, 2013. After years upon years of trying, countless doctor’s visits, medicines that cost the equivalent of a mortgage on a small house, my wife and I were - finally - expecting our first child.
As I was driving home, about 5:40 that afternoon on Marks Creek Road just outside Knightdale, my phone rang, and time stopped.
It was my wife, who I could barely hear through the tears. Something had gone wrong. We needed to call the doctor right now, and follow that up with calls to our parents and our pastor in some order.