On June 2003, I opened the doors of Tranquility. I didn't know where I was going to get patients from, or where my money would come from or how I was going to do what I was going to do. But it felt right. One day, one of my doctor friends said, "Why don't you take care of plastic surgery patients?" And I was not enthralled. "No, I don't think so. We'll see, maybe, I don't know." He proceed to tell me how many of his patients would have these extensive procedures but then have no where to go and heal. No one to take care of them. This struck a cord with me and even though these people weren't going through life and death surgeries I soon realize that many of them were going though life threatening emotion battles with them self. Some people get plastic surgery to update their look or feel refreshed but others are struggle to find a perfection that doesn't exist. They needed healing from the inside out.

Fast forwarding to today, April 2, 2006 , I can look back over the last three years with total pride. I have made it. It may not be a financial making it, as the standards are in this town, but I have made it not only as a humanitarian, but as a person, and as a woman! I am respected by the whole community for the work that I do. We live, we love, and we laugh at Tranquility. I take care of patients who have had surgery. It doesn't matter what kind of surgery. I take care of patients who have had chemo and are sick and need somewhere to go afterwards. I take care of the community in a way that I wish I had been taken care of, with love, laughter and the human touch. Since the demand for Tranquility has been so overwhelming, I was able to buy my second facility last week! I am blown away by what I have achieved. And I know that this is just the beginning of my story.

Over the last 3 years I have accumulated million stories of women's journeys. They come and stay with me for perhaps one night or two. They tell me how they have been raped and abused. They tell me how they have been anorexic, bulimic or even body dysmorphic. They tell me their sad stories. I am able to listen with an open heart. I am able to cry. I am able to help them and give them guidance. I am able to show them the light. Then they don't want to leave and 2 nights will sometimes turn into a week.

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