On January 21, 2012, in the St. Vincent de Paul basketball gym, the buzzer sounded at the end of a lopsided matchup in my team’s favor. Although it was simply another weekend basketball game, this one carried an even greater significance as it happened to be on my birthday. After leaving the gym, my mother and I went to Jimmy John’s for a celebratory lunch. While discussing the events of the game and how we planned to celebrate, my mother received a call from my aunt. Thinking it was just an ordinary phone call, my mother ignored it and we continued our spirited conversation. On the ride home from a satiating lunch, my mother received another call from my aunt and decided to answer. What we heard over the phone could not have been expected
