Introduction
May 26, 1992. That was the day that Ryan Kildea was
born. It was a dark night at the hospital, but it was just an
ordinary night. My mother was in labor, and when Ryan
popped out, he was a bright blue color. The doctor said he was
suffocating and that he might not make it. A nurse rushed to
get a tube down his throat while the doctors did all they could.
It was a suspenseful time. Finally, Ryan started breathing and
he was perfectly healthy.
My mom still thanks God that he is alive. Just think that there
was a possibility that he couldn’t live a full life and this tribute
wouldn’t exist.