My main character moment came in January 2022, when my cardiologist said five of the most terrifying words I’ve ever heard: "you need a heart transplant." I broke down in his office, alone and unprepared for how my life had just changed. When I got home, I cried in my wife's arms as the fear of what was to come, including the fear of missing our boys grow up, sunk in. For the next year and a half, I told only those closest to me and moved through life as if little had changed, which was something I had done most of my life living with a congenital heart defect. On July 19, 2023, I received THE call stating they found a donor heart match! Now, almost three years post‑transplant, I can appreciate the strength it took to survive that chapter and cherish the beauty in the one I'm living.