Since April 2016, my life has been one trauma after another, beginning with the death of my younger son at age 10. After that, my mother and best friend from college died within a year of each other. Then my marriage ended when I discovered my husband had cheated. Finally, I lost a job I loved after eight years with the company. NONE of this defines me though. What does define me is how I reacted and moved through these experiences. There was no choice but to keep moving forward. I have another son for whom I'm responsible. And I owe it to him to be the best parent I can be despite all these bad experiences. I invited you to begin a dialogue with yourself on how you handle life and all it throws at you. I offer some of my own thoughts on that in these words.