Sometimes we don’t realize how fast we are going until we have to stop.  I am a mother of 3 (1 preteen and 2 teenagers). Our minivan is always full of stuff: a basketball, Mc Donald’s leftovers, school backpacks, lunch boxes, hockey gear and theatre scripts…  you get the idea.  If I’m driving at 20 km/h and come to a sudden stop, the transition is pretty easy. But if I am driving at 120 km/h and have to hit the brakes, every loose item is propelled to the front and becomes a hazard. A pencil becomes a sharp arrow; a bottle becomes a rocket; a basketball becomes a meteorite.  The point is, sometimes our life is so fast paced that we don’t even notice until something unexpected comes along that forces us to slam on the brakes.  And then, all the “stuff” comes flying at us. That is exactly what happened to me in 2015.

My Story

My mother died from cancer when I was 9 years-old. My father did shift work at the local...