Ever since I can remember, I’ve been a story teller. The best stories are the ones that feel like all hope is lost, where there is so much to overcome and yet the character perseveres. I hope that’s what you take away from my story. We had our first child March 12, 2012, a beautiful baby girl named Quinn. On July 21, 2012, just shy of 5 months old our daughter passed away of SIDS. SIDS stands for Sudden Infant Death and really could just be called IDK for infant death. There was no rhyme or reason and it all just felt so random and senseless. It was the part of my story where my world went dark. And when March 12, 2013 came around I was scared to death to face the day, but I was more scared that my daughter’s memory would be lost, that years from now, no one would know who Quinn Terhorst was. It was also where my story started to take a turn, the part where the main character decides to rise above the tragedy and make beauty from the ashes. My husband and I decided that in order to honor the life of our daughter, on her birthday every year we would do random acts of kindness for others and take the money we would’ve spent on her and bless others. That way every year someone’s life would be better because my daughter lived. We called this day “Celebrate Quinncidence”, believing that nothing is random. Every year so many of you have joined us and showed a beautiful display of kindness in honor of my daughter. We would be honored if you joined us on Thursday March 12th in doing random acts of kindness. My other hope is that you would take away from this, that no matter how hard life gets, you have a choice to rise above. That we would be a tribe of overcomers, making beauty out of the ashes life gives us.