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"Our children are ours on borrowed time. When the clock started early, Jack Hatfield's heart had to grow and expand to accommodate the special needs of his premature daughter. Fear and hope grip parents of newborns and with a preemie there is an extra large measure of faith added to get through the tragedy. The miracle of love told by Jonna's father is a riveting story beginning with an imperceptible breath into the tiny lungs of her one pound body." |
A story of a father, faced with the largest obstacle of his life, goes through a transformation of epic proportions, giving him one of the greatest of all miracles. In this heart-warming story, Jack Hatfield has crafted a daily weave through the struggle in ensuring his baby girl survives and thrives. Sometimes humorous, the daily diary format leaves you with a page turner to draw the reader in as if they were beside him. Blessed With Tragedy tells of a man, usually logic driven, that must face his feelings, his fears, and come out on top. "
 There is no other option when faced with this incredible plight. Stopping everything else in his life, Jack began a twelve hour a day vigil, and called every hour for the next twelve. He slept no more than fifty-nine minutes at any one given time for a year. His thirst for knowledge about what his daughter was going through sent him deep into areas he never thought he would go. Jack knew he would write a book someday, just not this one. Not about this topic. Click to read more>>> |
As life twisted and turned me in a thousand different directions with work and life in general, all of it came to a massive tilt when my daughter was thrust upon us prematurely. It forced me to make life-altering changes in my thinking, my work, and my attitude. My naturally positive uplifting spirit helped me through these trying times, yet, I discovered that I am even greater than I thought I could be. I also witnessed where we get our success. It is already there, inside you before you were born. I gazed upon triumph after triumph of my daughter, yet, she has read no book. She has attended no class. Everything that hit her, she kept bouncing back. This forced me to see the world with eyes anew. |
