When tragedy strikes what do we do?
Do we drop all hopes and dreams and wallow in our own despair?
Do we pick up the pieces and struggle to make things right again?

Tragedy struck my life in the after noon on Sunday February 8th my life changed in a single second. I had finished doing what I wanted to do that morning on the computer and was simply headed upstairs to get ready for the day when I made a decision that has now changed everything. I just wanted to give my big yellow lab a smooch before I went upstairs again, but this was a smooch I’ll never forget, and neither will my family.

I leaned in and touched my dog, and like a flash he growled and bit At the time I had no idea how bad the "bite" was... that was until I was in the downstairs bathroom and blood was just pouring like water into my hand cupped underneath it as I leaned over the sink.

Now before I go any further with this story, you must understand that my dog has never done anything like this, and he’s turning 8 in August. And if your going to turn this around onto me trust me, I would never be cruel to my puppy. I love him with all my heart and I swear that this was a wrong place wrong time scenario.

In assessment of the damage done, I may not be the best person to ask. I in all truth have not seen it yet nor do I plan to. My morbid curiosity of this is none existent. But what I can tell from what I do know is that I am missing Most to all of the tip of my nose, my right nostril has been split into two pieces the "septum" had been almost scraped clean of skin, and the bite was down to the cartilage

Monday morning I have to go in for surgery to fix all that I lost

But trust me when I say this I feel as more of a turning point in my life. It will bring me another step closer to where I should be in life, And I stand behind my idea of "everything happens for a reason"