I have a constant reminder moving around in my belly telling me what a miracle my life is and what a miracle his life is.

My theory is God is not going to let me die that way. He's made it perfectly clear to me he's got bigger plans for me and that's not going to be the way he chooses to take me.

I went into the first surgery where they cut me from ear to ear and they cut my face down and they took out all the fractured egg-shelled bones and put in steel plates.

I wanted to watch it. And the whole reason I'm comfortable with watching it because I know how it ends.