When the first stroke happened my son found me on the floor, unable to move, and yelling for help. I was quickly transported to the hospital. I was fighting for my life. The doctors told me it was a miracle that I didn’t lose that fight, hence the name, “Miracle Minnoy”. I had to relearn how to walk, use my left extremities, and manage with a blind spot in my right eye. Not to mention, overcoming the mental anguish and uncertainty that followed the strokes. This event has been a catalyst to my journey in speaking and coaching. Believe it or not, I cherish those moments because with the fight I fought, I further appreciate the beauty in the struggle.