We spend our lives waiting for one monumental moment that defines our sense of purpose. For many years, I believed my moment came when Mom died leaving me with a three year old and a soul full of heartache headed toward the boxing ring. I was wrong. Every step in my life was for preparation. My moment had arrived. My moment waited in a two-story farmhouse. Regardless if I triumphed or became the sacrificial lamb, I finally understood my purpose, save Katie no matter the consequences.