“There are those who say that our story doesn’t really come alive until we share it with someone else – until the spark in our eyes lights a fire in someone else’s, and they for the first time say “yes, I see you now.” Maybe our story is born when we hold it out as a gift, unsure of the hands that will receive. Maybe it’s in that moment that we truly believe we are who we are.”

Or maybe for people like me, our story is born when we die. Find out how I came alive by way of dying – I’m sharing the at The Story Unfolding today.