It was a hot April afternoon. Tawnya wanted to go for a run — she likes to train for the half marathon — however Billy, her husband, convinced her to do some X-Fit instead. So there they were, the two young daughters on their scooters, Billy and Tawyna on the driveway flipping tractor tires.
"I don't feel good, Billy," Tawnya said and collapsed into his arms. Billy is the fire battalion chief,… Read More