04/27/2026
Big News...From my husband George
"After 6 months of debating, I've finally decided to write a book. It's a book of my story, my wife's story, OUR story. We've been blessed, but we also suffered much loss along the way. Here is the opening paragraph...and I will build from here. Let me know what you think?
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If you had told me on Valentine’s Day in 1994, as I boarded a one-way flight to Florida with my wife of less than a year, our three-month-old son, and my mother-in-law, that we were actually part of a divine extraction, I would have called you crazy. I remember that day vividly. All of our possessions were stuffed into carry-on luggage and one suitcase, and I had exactly one hundred dollars to my name—a parting gift from my father, who had made the drive to the airport to bid us farewell.
I was an angry kid just days short of my nineteenth birthday, leaving behind my thoughts of a future working for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center. It was a future that, after years of regret, wonder, and doubt, would be revealed and tragically turn to ash, with many of the coworkers and friends I made in my short time there, succumbing to the heinous terrorist act of 9/11.
I thought I was being punished, exiled to a state I despised because of my mother-in-law's prophetic revelation. She always claimed that God was speaking to her, as if she had some direct connection to the Holiest sources. She claimed that we were “being obedient,” yet we were completely unaware that the universe was already weaving an impossible safety net. I didn't know nor did I think about what the future would bring. All I knew was that I did not want to go, but I felt like it was the only chance of keeping the family together.
What the future held was a life filled with four children, a miraculous medical recovery, a couple of miraculous paths to home ownership, another prophecy—but this time made from the deathbed of my mother-in-law—and sudden medical emergencies that would force me to my knees and rely on a Faith that I did not know existed. I couldn't foresee the devastating loss of family and property that would test our spirit, or the jaw-dropping reality that three decades later, the exact same Bronx streets we left behind would unexpectedly deliver the very woman destined to save my wife's life.
What felt like a brutal, chaotic series of stolen dreams was actually the beginning of a meticulously orchestrated rescue mission."
