The Day I Grew Up

My brother Paul (21), my mother Veena, and me when we dropped Paul off at the Atlanta airport after his visit for Fall Break.

22 years ago this Sunday, I was a young child sitting in church when my mom suddenly told me to call an usher.  Here is what happened the day I almost lost my mom and brother... and how that experience still impacts me today.   My mom was 29 weeks pregnant, and I was a spunky six-year-old.  It was a Sunday, so my mom and I were in the morning church service (typical).  My dad was out of town on business (also typical).  It was November 11, 1990.The kind ushers had just taken up the o … [Read more...]


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