One Last Teardrop

“I can’t feel my legs! I can’t feel my legs… oh, God… oh, God… I can’t feel my legs!” Those were the gut-wrenching cries that met her and rang through her ears that early Friday morning, cries that a mother would remember for the rest of her life as she rushed to the side of her beloved, only daughter’s bed to tend to her needs, and share in her extreme grief and pain. Take the opportunity now to meet this remarkable young woman. You will find that Karen will impress and inspire you whether you are young, old, or middle aged; man, woman, boy, or girl; rich or poor. And, as far as she was concerned, every day was a day for thanksgiving, for, she said, “There will always be a tomorrow, and tomorrow will be better.”