Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

Sunday, 07 January 2018 21:57

A Chance Encounter

He is middle aged now and starting to wear down.  It didn’t help that he had caught a cold, like everybody else in the house.  He had showered, but didn’t bother shaving; he had some errands to run.  After throwing on a pair of sweats and a red shirt that said “Here and Now”, he left.  First he had to stop to buy some lottery tickets and then to the supermarket for cold remedies and other provisions for the family.

Pulling up to the Circle K, his attention was immediately drawn to two elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing beside her.  Both were unkempt, he noticed as his attention never wavered.  After entering the store the man stood aside the back of the line, watching.  Suddenly he said, “May I get the door for you?”  The woman in the wheel chair indicated that they weren’t quite finished yet, but the man persisted.  “Well, let me know when you are ready.  Not only will I open the door, but I will hold it for you too,” as he smiled broadly.

The line was diminishing quickly.  As the man neared the counter, the other woman said, “You are handsome.”   The man said, “Thank You,” and smiled.  Next she said, “You are sweet too.”  The man smiled gently and replied, “Thank you; so are you.”  Now the man was at the counter.  The attendant named Matt, asked how he could help him.  The man handed over a lottery ticket for Matt to check to see if it was a winner.

As Matt checked, the standing woman said, “I like your cross.”  The man didn’t even know it had come out from behind his red shirt.  The man again thanked her and then proceeded to explain the link between the cross and his transitioned son, Quinton, who eight and one-half years had crossed over. The woman in the wheel chair expressed her condolences; the man acknowledged them and then proceed to tell them his son had very quickly began visiting from the other side, and that he had written books explaining both the cross and his son’s visits.

The man handed the standing woman a card, meanwhile apparently everybody in earshot was listening.  Matt announced that he had won $12, to which the man handed him his two lottery cards and some more cash to cover the difference.  When Matt handed him the purchased lottery tickets the man, still smiling said, “When I win, you will see me again.”  Matt smiled and said, “I hope so.”  The elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing, where still there talking amongst themselves and taking the scene in.  The woman who was standing attempted to return the card, but man told her to keep it; it was for her.

As the man prepared to leave a younger woman spoke to him and immediately proceeded to share that she had been run over by a car, twice.  She had been listening when the man spoke of the accident that nearly killed his wife and caused his son to transition.  She proceeded to show him a well healed scar beginning at the bottom of her neck and traveling down, and then she pulled up her shirt and showed that the scar continued all the way down to her belly button.  The man looked at her in her eyes and told her twice, “You are so very strong.”  And then he asked, “May I hug you?”  She said yes and the man hugged her firmly, wished her well.  As he walked out the women he spoke with bid him well and he did the same.  While he walked out, a man whom he had not spoken with called him “Brother” and wished him well too.  Yet another man wished him well.

As the man climbed into the car, he looked up and saw the woman who had been run over twice by the same car waving to him enthusiastically and smiling broadly. The man also waved enthusiastically and matched her smile with his own, then he gave her a thumbs up to signify that he honored her courage and her strength along her journey.  She fumbled briefly with her oversized jacket and gave him a thumbs up too.

The man drove away and marveled at what had just happened.  His spirits were lifted and he knew that at least six people in the Circle K felt their own spirits lifted.  All of us were strangers to one another, but somehow we were all connected in that moment.  And quite possibly, each of us is changed forever.

And so it is…

Sunday, 07 January 2018 21:46

Jaime Clark in Tucson

The year is nearly over which is hard to believe.  While our home is in Peoria Arizona, we have spent five months in Colorado.  We travel so many times back and forth between the two states that sometimes I truly don’t know where I am. 

For the weekend of November 18th, we were in Tucson.  On Saturday we met with Elizabeth Boisson and Irene Vouvalides to be interviewed for a program with 'Open to Hope Television.'  Since we knew we would be in Tucson, we stayed over to video record renowned medium Jaime Clark who would be at the Helping Parent’s Heal Tucson meeting on Sunday.

I like recording video for these meetings, not that I have any special abilities.  Since I speak on occasion and am recorded myself, I do so with the speaker in mind.  Where to put the camera and how far to zoom in are most important to me. 

Kristine and I go to these meetings to help and lend some positive energy.  It has been eight and one-half years since Quinton transitioned; we have had so many amazing readings and signs, but we don’t expect any more – readings.  In fact, I basically feel bad for anybody who Quinton contacts to get us a sign because we are still pretty public about what is going on in our lives; it would be a challenge to send us something that wasn’t already out there.  With that said, Quinton had a nice little surprise for all of us, even Jaime.

The recording of Jaime Clark presenting is divided up into parts one and two.  Part one is one hour and thirty-two minutes and part two is eleven minutes. Sitting directly in front of us was a gentleman named Dave Willsey, so when Jaime looked at Dave, it looked like he was looking at me. At about one hour and fifteen minutes into part one, Dave was up.  For about seven minutes Jaime looked at Dave and shared information that resonated with him.  This went on for the better part of six minutes or so.  Dave was clearly touched.  Then something changed.

Jaime told Dave he had the impression him having two careers and being multi-faceted. Jaime continued by mentioning that Dave was into cars, collecting cars, old cars.  Dave shook his head to the negative barely perceptively, but I saw it because I was behind him.  Next Jaime mentioned that Dave may have gone to school for one thing and then changed it.  Jaime continued by saying your Dad says Thank You for Helping – He really needs to say Thank you.  Jaime finished by saying “you need to know that you are appreciated – Be open for a kind word because you are always helping others.”

I didn’t interrupt; I didn’t want to break the connection that they had, but everything he said above resonated with me.  From the two careers, being multi-faceted, cars, to changing my major in school, Dad saying Thank you and even the direction to be more open for a kind word.  When I spoke with Dave afterwards, I told him I had a “me too”, but he said that section wasn’t for him.  It was for me, but Jaime didn’t appear to be aware.

Over the past couple of months, on those rare occasions when home in Arizona, I have begun to purge or maybe better put, downsize.  We and I have too much stuff.  I have started going through books, cd’s, movies and clothes.  Come November, I had more time and even opened up a trunk designated “Quinton’s stuff” I had been putting this off for some time now.  Inside the trunk were several model cars that I had built over the years and was saving for our son.  Nobody knows that I started building model cars at the age of seven, back in New Jersey and continued when my parents moved us to Colorado.  Nobody knows that I had a collection of them.  I had just opened the trunk and looked at those models prior to heading to Tucson.

When I spoke to Jaime afterwards, I mentioned the “me too”, specifically the cars.  He looked puzzled and said, almost under his breath, “I didn’t know that”.  And how could he, other than his connection was true, strong and accurate!  I am always surprised and grateful when an amazing and talented medium like Jaime (and others) tap into something that nobody has ever tapped into about us before.  This takes an amazing talent; an amazing gift.

Thank you Jaime for the “me too”, that was actually mostly me!  As you did turn your attention to me you nailed the islands reference; it seems I had better stop talking about Hawaii and plan a trip!

Quinton’s Dad

Sunday, 26 November 2017 20:07

SHARING LOVE THIS HOLIDAY SEASON

The Holidays are upon us and it is difficult at best, to be joyful for so many of us in this family of parents who have a child on the Other Side. But we are not the only ones on the planet, this school called Earth, who are in pain.  There is pain and suffering everywhere, as the news is sure to point out. 

I abhor the word “choice”, like we have a choice to be melancholy or not to be melancholy. It goes beyond choosing.  Our pain and grief must be felt, processed and maybe even burned away in fits of rage, tears and exertion.  And this comes in its own time.  There is no right or wrong way to grieve and it isn’t a race to get through it.  We know, don’t we?  But at some point, I implore you to take a chance and re-engage with the world.  For our benefit, yes, but also because the world needs us and our perspective that life is eternal because our kids have shown this to be.

What brings this on, you might ask. The Holidays for sure but also because of how I feel when I engage, not that I engage all the time.  I carry my burden as do many of you, and I honor it by not faking engagement. Too often still, I closet myself away but when I step out and interact in a meaningful way - when moved or even called to do so, typically I get more in return.

Naturally, doing so involves people. When Quinton transitioned I flatly said, “Don’t leave me alone” to those who came to our aid.  Now I tell myself, burn brighter and engage more because sometimes (even for me) it is easier to withdraw.  Interacting with the world is why I work now as a Realtor why I coach, write and speak. 

What brings this on, you might ask. Well it is when I speak to the young men on the football team.  Rarely do I talk to them about the X’s and O’s of the game; it is when I speak to them about the adversity they face and work through, there is a silver lining; being the best they can be; standing up for and protecting their brother / sister on the field of life; to be not only leaders, but leaders in doing what is right and good; to know they are held to a higher standard.  To share all of this and more, then to hear, “I feel you coach” or “Thank you Coach, I love you.”  I come to them in a spirit of Love as they were my own son (Quinton).  I come gently but serious and they respond accordingly.

Another example of the benefits of being involved and engaged with life and others is naturally with our grandchildren. To be more present with them than with our own children is in a way the definition of being a grandparent. Just being with them, present with them is a gift of love (both giving and receiving) that is a perfect example of what is available to us all – just by being engaged with others by sharing.  To have them come to us and cuddle; to hold them; to hear them say “I want to be with Grandpa” touches me so very deeply – beyond words which is my point.

It is said that our emotions guide us and point the way to how our hearts and souls want us to live. Turning away from love and turning our emotions off (oh, I am quite good at this) does us immeasurable harm.  So, get out there this holiday season and take a chance.  Share some love, even if it is a genuine and heart felt “Hi” to a stranger.  Hold somebody’s hand who is hurting and be there to listen.  With what we collectively have been through, doing so means more to the one on the receiving end than you may realize.  And don’t be surprised when you feel your heart smiling.

Enjoy the Holiday season my dear friends and fellow travelers.

Christmas 2008

Sunday, 26 November 2017 19:17

This Ties Us Together

Our Lyft ride was right on time.  The driver jumped out of his vehicle as we emerged from our home.  He was upbeat, positive and there was something more.  As we loaded our luggage and then loaded ourselves, we connected energetically.  There was something familiar about that energy as we went back and forth rapid fire, so much so that I asked him where he was from.  He was from New Jersey, Mike Nieves is his name.  I laughed out loud and let him know that was from New Jersey as well.

Our conversation became even more animated.  It made sense to both of us that two Jersey boys could connect so strongly, but we had another tie.  At some point in the conversation I introduced Mike to Quinton, Quinton’s visits and our journey since our son transitioned.  At this point Mike introduced us to his son, Miguel Angel Nieves III.  Miguel transitioned on March 31, 2005 and as Mike explained, “that was the day his Earth stood still.”

He went on to explain the pain he experienced; he said it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, to claim his son’s body and to lay him to rest.  And we know this, all of us do.  But this isn’t the tie that I am referring to.  He went on to share that after two weeks he was going stir crazy and decided to go back to work, hoping the busyness would help him to process and move with his grief.  On the night before going back to work he had a visit.

That night, about 3:30 or 4:00 in the morning he found himself in his living room, talking to his son.  He continued by sharing as we spoke during the drive to the airport that he was not only talking to his son, he was smelling him and he was holding him; he was feeling him!  And then his son, Miguel spoke to him and said, “Dad, I am in a much better place right now.”  Mike continued by saying that moment, two weeks after his son transitioned, was the beginning of his healing.  This wasn’t an isolated incident either.

In those moments when his temper was about to get the best on him or something was bothering him, his son would whisper in his ear, “Dad, it’s going to be okay and just relax.”  Mike describes hearing his son on the Other Side whisper those words in his ear is the most soothing thing, giving him a mellowness and a sense of peace.  This is the tie that binds Mike and me.  Here we are, two strangers in a car, connecting on a deep spiritual basis because in part anyway, a shared experience with our son’s on the Other Side, making themselves known to us.  These visits demonstrate that there is no death, that we are eternal.

As we discussed our shared experiences, he had a message for you (yes, You).  While acknowledging our (all of us) shared pain, he implores us to live every day to the fullest and do so to honor our children.  He went on to say, “On day you will be together again, but until then, enjoy your life and do something good in your transitioned child’s name every day.”

Such sage and poignant advice from a fellow parent with a child on the Other Side.  He burns bright, sharing love – and now you know why.  He implores us to do the same; take the opportunity to share and be of service to others walking this path we know so well.

Blessings

Ernie and Kristine

PS - Mike and I stay in contact now, and he even sent an audio file to help me better remember the points of our conversation.

Ernie Miguel

Friday, 27 October 2017 10:11

Quinton's Legacy

Another Mountain Bowl; Evergreen High School football vs. Conifer.  The first one I attended as a spectator in 2009, months after Quinton had transitioned.  The next year 2010 I joined the Evergreen High School football staff which is shared in our first book, Quinton’s Messages.  We had been 7 wins and 1 loss since against Conifer.  As we prepared for another battle this past Friday, October 20, 2017, it was Senior Night.  Each of the seniors was introduced one at a time by the announcer; each had written a prepared statement which was read by the announcer.  This gave me plenty of time to reflect on the fact that Quinton would also be a senior if he were here with us in the physical world.  This thought made me more than a little melancholy.

The ceremony ended and we started warming up again.  As I watched us getting ready, I ended up standing near Adam Cardillo who directed me to look at the back of one of our helmets.  I was quite taken back to see a “Q” and the word “Adversity”.  As I stared kind of dumbfounded, Adam  watched my reaction and then told me that everybody’s helmet was the same.  I walk behind a line of players looking, at each helmet and everyone was the same.

I really didn’t know what to think; I guess I was numb, shocked, surprised and humbled. I wouldn’t have even noticed if not for Adam.  Warm-ups ended and game time approached.  I told interim head coach David Leek that I was headed to the coach’s box next to the press box.  This is where I am in the games because I can see the field better and report my observations of the opponent’s defense.  Mr. Leek said, “Hold on Ernie, the boys have something for you.”  I didn’t know what was going on, but I had noticed another difference.  A few of the boys had come up to me during warm-ups and out of the blue said, “Coach, I love you.”  I found that odd, as I embraced each with a hug, but the moments were fleeting as we had a game to prepare for.

After the coin toss, the four senior captains came off the field and walked toward me.  This happened fast, but as it did, I noticed other players and coaches walking toward me.  The captains came to me together, Luc (Tank) Lajoy, Will (One-Hand) Jermano, Jack (Wags) Wagner, and Mason (Mace) Edwards.  This was happening so fast, none of it expected or known to me.  They handed me a helmet, a helmet that most of the team and coaches had signed.  A helmet with a “Q” on the back with the word “Adversity”.  Oh, how often to I teach & preach there can be and often is a silver lining to adversity.  More than that, it is through adversity that we learn, grow and evolve.

I often wonder if anybody hears me as I honor our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, by speaking the truth that he opened our eyes to.  In the context of being an assistant football coach at my alma mater, I usually share that I coach because of Quinton.  Additionally, whenever there are struggles and adversity faced by the team or by an individual on the team, I am there to do what I can to help them to see adversity through a different lens.

One by one, each captain hugged me, telling me they loved me and then other players and then the coaches.  Now I was shocked.  This was Senior night, and Quinton would be a Senior, and the team honors us in such an heartfelt way.  As this unfolded and after the game, I was told that this was the senior captain’s idea! This is what makes it even more special; these young men originated this tribute! Later I looked at the helmet closer, a number 15 was on one side; the number we associate with Quinton because he was born on December 15th. 

Kristine and I are humbled by this loving gesture by these young men the same age as Quinton.

 Q AdversityHelmet 2

 

Saturday, 30 September 2017 10:22

A Good Day

Today was a good day.  Amidst the busyness and turmoil, I stayed calm.  I looked calm from the outside, but more importantly, I was calm on the inside.  And this is a gift.  No, this is more than a gift, this is a momentous, a huge step in the right direction. Every day is an opportunity to learn, grow and make progress toward our intended life lessons.  One of mine, believe it or not, is to find true peace, a deeper peace than I may have ever known.

Where does this perspective come from, you might ask?  Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson provided us with this gift – the gift of knowledge.  You see, Quinton showed us that he is an eternal being and it follows, so am I and so are we.  In realizing that I am eternal, I have no choice but to look at my life differently and look at my struggles differently.  I look at my reoccurring cycles differently.

My thinking goes something like this.  First I must acknowledged my reoccurring cycle, one being I have a physical reaction to feeling like a failure or not knowing or feeling comfortable with a task. You see, I want to know what I am doing to the point of perfection.  My dear old Dad knew this about me when I was in my early twenties; he knew I had a need to feel special.  Feeling like I don’t know what I am doing or worse, like a failure – I am a mess. My chest gets tight, my throat gets tight and my heart races.

After Quinton transitioned, I knew I was destined for something else, but I fought it.  At least three times I went back to what I knew and each time it was worse.  Each time I had to learn more and was thrust further out of my comfort zone; and I fought it every step of the way.  And the tightness in my chest and throat worsened, and my heart raced.  And then I said enough and it was time for another leap of faith.

I am eternal, so it is written and so has Quinton shown us this.  He loves us so much that he signed up to demonstrate this divine knowledge, again.  And I am still here in the physical world and so much that I do is out of my comfort zone or used to be out of my comfort zone.  With that said, I figured that I might as well change careers and if I must (sometimes kicking and screaming) continue to learn, I might as well go into business for myself.

And here the lesson takes hold. I am slowly learning to not only ask for help, but to feel okay doing so.  I am learning to listen to that quiet voice (either my intuition and or spirit) as opposed to charging blindly forward. I still wade in, thinking I can remedy any situation, but I will have to reconcile that it isn’t my responsibility to fix everything for everybody. It isn’t failure when others don’t want my version of success.  Oh boy, that is a big one.

I think I am learning to let it come to me while I am engaged with the world, whatever it is and be at peace with it.  And while there, don’t be hesitant to ask questions and seek help.  This too is big for me as I have so often thought I had to go it alone.

I am learning my lessons.  Yesterday was a good day! 

Blessings,

p.s. – Why share?  Who cares what I think and what I am going through and maybe learning.  Because, maybe some can apply this perspective to their own lives. 

Sunday, 24 September 2017 21:08

A Dream

We were about to play a big game, but half my uniform was missing.  My shoulder pads, the shirt I wore beneath my shoulder pads, my jersey, helmet and mouth guard were all missing.  Somebody had come into the locker room and taken them.  Somebody was trying to get me off my game, off my zen, trying to get me to freak out. 

And a calmness came over me (sometimes not my normal reaction).  The calmness said, not to worry as I could borrow the shirt, pads, jersey, helmet and even mouth guard.  There was absolutely nothing to worry about and I became the calmness and fell into a deep sleep.  I slept later than I had slept in many months. 

Somehow I sensed Quinton was there.

Sunday, 24 September 2017 21:02

Ask, Then Pause to Listen

Seven weeks prior the man was playing with his oldest grandson and had a basketball out.  As they finished his grandson took the ball and ran giggling to the top of a hill and tossed the ball.  Down, down, down it went past the man and into a deep ravine.  The man smiled and said, “That is a wrap on the basketball”, thinking he would go down the ravine at a later date.

The later date finally arrived.  He knew he would have quite a search on his hands and might not be successful.  Walking around to avoid the steepest part of the hill, he eventually came to a point within the path the basketball had taken.  He kept going downhill, looking for the ball.  About half-way down the hill he stopped.  As he looked around he said, “Hey Quinton, I need a little help here, could you give me a hand?”

As he continued to stand in that very same spot, he let his eyes roam, and there was the ball not twenty feet from him.  It has been stopped by a small juniper bush.  The man smiled.  He was prepared to go to the bottom of the ravine, never expecting the ball would be stopped by anything on the steep hillside.  He thought to himself, so this is how it works.

These signs and messages, while they can be over the top and impossible to ignore, sometimes they are so quiet and so, so subtle.  He asked for a hand and then stood in the silence, letting his eyes see.  And voila! 

Thank you Quinton; thank you son.  You are there in the silence and all I need do is ask and then stop to sense.

Quinton’s Dad

Thursday, 21 September 2017 08:24

Go Ahead, Ask The Question

It was a beautiful medium sized doe, about 150 pounds that stood in the front yard of the home as I walked up the driveway.  I was careful not to make any aggressive moves and averted my eyes from hers most of the time.  I passed within 20 feet and she never moved but she watched my every step.

After providing a Comparative Market Analysis the week prior, the woman had invited me over.  Once inside, I toured the spectacular home and then we sat down to discuss the specifics.   She mentioned her husband had transitioned four years prior, she explained, indicating that she was preparing to downsize and move further south to be near her grandchildren.

When she told me about her husband crossing the threshold, I couldn’t help myself and asked if he had visited or if she had received any signs.  She indicated not, but that she talks to him often, basically yelling at him for leaving her alone.  As we spoke I shared Quinton with her, the wonderful ways he made contact with us.  I do this to provide her an inkling of how the signs happen. 

I shared a story about a woman whose daughter transitioned twenty years prior under horrific circumstances; twenty years later the woman was still bitter and angry.  She and I crossed paths in 2012 and I convinced her to see a reputable medium that I knew.  She agreed.  About a month later she came in to see me.  She was very direct and didn’t seem very happy. She talked for an hour about the reading and I listened intently without asking questions.  When she finished, she asked – “What do you think?” 

Without going into details I said, “Remember about 40 minutes ago you said ‘That was odd’, about 30 minutes ago you said ‘This was strange’, and 20 minutes ago you said this, ‘That was unusual’?”  I said, “Well, I know what they were; they were validating comments. That was your daughter letting you know that she is alive and well on the Other Side by sharing information that there was no way the medium could know or make up”  Then I continued by saying, “While I know this, it is now up to you to understand and acknowledge this for yourself.”

As I continued speaking to the woman missing her husband about signs I mentioned mirror gazing and seeing figures out of the corner or our eyes.  That got her attention.  I asked if she had that experience and she said yes.  I pressed her gently, saying “and when you turn to face what you are seeing in your periphery, it is gone, right?”  She nodded yes.  Calmly I told her that was her husband and encouraged her not to turn to face him, but instead to acknowledge his presence and to talk with him. 

Our meeting ended and I left the house.  As I walked out the front door, there was the same deer, now bedded down resting.  I followed up with an e-mail thanking her for her time and saying, “As I mentioned, when I walked up to your home, I walked right past a deer.  When I walked out, not only was it still there, but it had made itself at home.  Have you noticed this deer before?  Of course there is a reason I am asking.”  She replied, “Got your gist, Ernie.  Made me smile.”

Don’t be afraid to ask The Question.  Don’t be afraid to have the conversation.  Each of us, as we process our own grief, is here to serve and help others process their grief and see the larger picture.

Blessings!

 

 

Thursday, 24 August 2017 08:23

The Pact

Enough already.  We can and must do better.  I have to believe that we are good, that humanity is by and large good; at our very core, we care.  With that said, I truly cannot understand why the few among us do such awful things to others and why the media feels duty bound to report it.  We could go down that path, find the problem and rectify it, but is not what The Pact is about. 

Recently, in my spiritual home there was a tragic accident that resulted with the transition of an amazing young man.  This is not an isolated incident.  It happens too much not only along the Front Range of Colorado, but all over our nation.  It has to stop.  Whether it is a tragic accident or a remarkable young person taking his or her life, this has to stop and stop right now. Knowing we are eternal beings, in death we shedding our bodies and continue to exist may ease the pain for the loved ones left behind, but  at same time we have it in our power individually and collectively to Stop The Madness.  We are all here for a purpose, each and every one of us.

The Pact is an agreement that was made among some fifty or so young people recently.  What they agreed to was, when they see another human being either depressed, withdrawn, being picked on or just having a weak moment, they will go to them.  They (we) will go to them as individuals and as a community to let them know they are not alone in whatever they are struggling with.  We will no longer passively sit by shooting video, snapchatting, laughing, contributing or piling on.  They will go to them and help them, stay with them, help them find the support they need.  The Madness Stops now, here and now.

All life is sacred.  Everyone is deserving of a helping hand or hug when they feel their backs are up against the wall.  It is the Golden Rule:  “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.” It matters not whether you are Black, Yellow, Brown, Red or White; it matters not your sexuality; it matters not your religion; it matters not if you are wealthy or poor; it matters not if you have a disability of any kind.  Every life is sacred and deserving of spiritual support when they are down.  It is the Golden Rule. and it is The Pact.

I have high hopes for our youth.  By and large, generally speaking, when they look a human being, they do not judge or separate them by any “ism” or prejudice.  This is their gift to us and the world, which is why it boggles my mind why some can be so mean-spirited.  A message to you mean folks, you are in the minority. The majority will stand against you in Love, Gentleness, Appreciation and Gratitude.  Mean does not defeat Mean, only Love does.

This Pact you make is sacred.  Never again will anyone we know suffer in silence.  If you are suffering, know that you are not alone and please have the courage to reach out.  Nobody need be alone.  Reach out, we are here.  We got your back!

Quinton’s Mom & Dad.