Chapter 11 - Reflecting On Years Of Sacrifice
Sitting alone in the hospital cafeteria that evening, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through old childhood photo albums.
I saw pictures of my mother raising me alone in our small town in Columbus after my father passed away.
I remembered how she worked two jobs at the local diner and grocery store just so I could attend a private university in Atlanta.
She never bought herself new clothes, never took vacations, and always put my future ahead of her own physical comfort.
And when I finally grew up, got a corporate job, and started my own family, I had become too busy to notice her fading health.
The realization stung worse than any physical wound, making me question every priority I had ever set in my professional life.
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Success in the tech industry meant nothing if it meant losing the person who made my entire existence possible.
I vowed right then and there that my mother would never spend another day of her life feeling lonely, unappreciated, or abandoned.
