I experienced a miscarriage at 12 weeks of our baby that had stopped growing at 10 weeks. I ended up hemorrhaging and needing to come to the ER. As I sat in the wheelchair at the front check-in, I could feel an astonishing level of blood coming out of me, soaking through my clothes while struggling to stay conscious. I was scared and humiliated. Travis reassured me immediately that he didn't care about the bleeding but was here to help me. He made me feel such a deep sense of security during a really horrifying experience. His concern was genuine, and I felt a sense of peace come over me because I knew I was in good hands with him. He was thorough and kind and brought a smile to my face in the midst of a very bad day. It didn't take a lot, but I had seen some healthcare workers already during this miscarriage, and his was the first presence that made a difference in my ability to remain calm in a moment of deep sorrow and worry about whether I would get home to see my other kids again. Thank you, Travis—the work you are doing matters.