In April of 1986 I was feeling very weak and tired, not typical for your average 5-year-old. Long story short, I was diagnosed with typed A-L-L Leukemia and rushed to Children’s Hospital in Birmingham, AL that same day. The doctors worked vigorously giving me medicines, chemo, radiation treatments. I was even sent to Seattle, WA to have some of my bone marrow put on storage incase I needed a transplant. Thanks to Jesus Christ, and the doctors at Children’s Hospital, I’m alive today.