Welcome to the God's Goodness podcast where our mission is to encourage and highlight God's
Goodness and modern-day miracles. We are your hosts, Josh and Shelley Higgins. Today we have
with us a special guest Sue Rackavan and she was introduced by a close friend in Christ and her
friend was telling me a little bit about her story and then I connected with Sue and she told me a
little bit about it and I'm like, oh, this is God showing up over and over. So we're going to have
her share her story with you and we are going to see where God showed up. So with that we'll have you
open us up with an opening prayer. Lord, I just ask you to bless this time together, put the words in
my mouth and tell the story that you want to be told, Lord God. I thank you for your peace and your joy
in these times. In the name of Jesus, amen. Amen. So where would you like to start, Sue?
My life in general, I like to live life aggressively. I have been known to jump out of perfectly good
airplanes. I don't have much fear of anything other than disappointing others, some of you have that,
but as far as sports, very aggressive sports, jump out of airplanes, that kind of thing,
I learned how to ski downhill at the age of 42 because that was my first opportunity. It wasn't
because I was afraid to do it. It's my first opportunity and I took it. So I like to do fun
things. Like I said, my biggest fear is really if I have a fear, it's disappointing someone else. It
has nothing to do with being active. So what I learned in this process is that we always have hope.
Whenever you do something by accident or not that you intended to do, God can always turn it around
and give you hope and keep going forward. On to my testimony. On Friday, August 17th of 2012,
seven days into a nine day vacation, my son and his friend and I went to Jetski's.
The first Jetski was a two person Jetski and then the second Jetski was just for one person.
The only thing I remember that day is going to rent the Jetski's. I remember taking the test
for safety, chuckle, and then I remember signing the papers and I remember walking down to the dock
and seeing the Jetski's. I have no recollection of ever being on the Jetski's. However, I'm told,
a lot of this story is what I'm told because I don't remember it was a head injury, but I'll
be very clear on what I do remember. But I'm told that I was on the first Jetski for about an hour
on the back of the Jetski with my son's friend and my son was on the solitary Jetski, hooping it
up, having a good time because he's the one that later you'll find I jumped out of a perfectly
good airplane with. So we like to live life that way. And so after that hour, we switched and I got
on the back of my son's Jetski. What I'm told from my son is that he had intentionally thrown me off
two more times. And knowing me, I would have been like, woohoo, what a ride and just really enjoyed
it or dared him to try to turn me off again because that's just my personality. So when I was riding
on the back of his Jetski, he threw me off for the third time. The way the spray was coming up the
back of the Jetski, the rider behind us was too close to see me fall off. He was not aware that
I fell. So when I fell off, I went under the water, came up, and that's where the first thing that
happened that allowed me to live through this ordeal. When I came up, I must have heard the Jetski
coming at me and I turned towards the Jetski. When I turned towards the Jetski, it hit me in the
shoulder and then came up over my head when I was looking at the Jetski. So I have two scars right
on the corner above my eyebrow here going up into my head. That's where the Jetski hit me. Had I not
turned towards the noise, it would have come up over my shoulder and went over the top of my head,
potentially a lot more tragic situation than what it was.
The softer bone plates. Yes. The second life saver is that my son's friend at the last moment
saw me and that's when he turned to Jetski sideways and it came in sideways instead of again running
up over the back of my head. So those are two very momentary things and decisions that were made
that ended up coming to the best solution in my story. When I came up the next time out of the
water, I was face down in the water. My ski vest was keeping me buoyant but my face was down in
the water. My son was off of his Jetski, ran up, pulled my head up and he said, Mom, your face was
dead. You didn't have much color, you weren't breathing and I could tell your neck was broken.
So I can only imagine what that might have looked like. So that's when the third thing
comes into play and this is when you never know what God has planned for you in your life and
how you're going to use it later in life. About five years before my accident, my son graduated
from high school said he wanted to be a welder and I said, okay, you can be a welder and I know
you already know how to weld but I want you to have credentials behind your name. So I sent him
to community college and became a welder. When there he heard about this really cool thing called
underwater welding and of course we lived life aggressively and he would choose as an occupation
the most dangerous occupation on the planet, construction under the water. So off he goes to
school. I spent roughly $20,000 on his education. He came home, used that occupation or that profession
for less than a year. For the next four years as I think some other parents might do, I was a little
ticked off that I had spent all that money on an education and he wasn't doing it.
I got over being upset about that $20,000 investment when he used what he learned in
that education to save my life. So in that education he learned how to resuscitate in the water,
how to swim a body ashore for a distance. He knew my neck was broken. What he did was pull me up on
his chest, stabilize my neck between his chin and his shoulder and started the backstroke
to shore. During that swim I would vomit. He would lay over sideways, let me vomit over him
into the water, put me back down and keep stroking. When we got to shore is when his friend on the
other jet ski went off for help. Once he knew we were on the shore. We're in a war here. I believe
Satan wanted me dead. Jesus Christ did not. All of the things that already take in place to give me
the best opportunity to live. Jim and his friend and I had attended church together, my son his
entire life, but with this other young man for about 20 years. So we were all pretty solid in
our faith. When his friend came back he said he had told the water police where we were.
They did not come right with him for whatever reason. When my son had me up on shore he saw the
water police go by two times looking for us. So that just says to me there were distractions
by the enemy wanting this not to succeed. Eventually on the third try they were able to get their
attention. A lot of that is where we were in the cove where we were jet skiing the way that the
water police would go by. Every time I quit breathing Jim would bring me back. It went on for
about a half an hour where I was gurgling, moaning, stopping breathing. He would bring me back,
gurgling, moaning, stopping breathing. That's when I left my body. I was up in a tree about 40 feet
in the air and people have said to me, Sue, did you see the light? I didn't see any one light.
I saw beams and beams of light everywhere. Like in the evening in the summer you'll see a beam of
light come through a cloud. Those beams were everywhere. It was so bright, not painfully bright,
but just so bright the leaves on the tree that I was in were just gently waving
and yes they were green but it was so bright they were almost yellow. So one thing I can say about
the near-death experience or out-of-body experience, colors are different. I'm trying to describe it to
you in a way that you guys will understand it but it's just different. The lights are different.
The colors are different. Like how when God speaks about heaven having colors we've never seen before.
Exactly. Exactly. It's just very different. It would be very hard to describe a color
that no one's seen. Yeah. So when I was in this tree other than looking out at the limb of the tree
at the leaves and sheer beauty I could look down and I saw my son I'll say working on me. I feel like
he was resuscitating me but I don't have any documentation of that and he would say, yeah,
mom you'd stop breathing sometimes. To be completely honest it's difficult to get my son to talk about
my accident. He has a lot of guilt for intentionally throwing me off the back of the jet ski
and I've tried many times over the years and certainly immediately after you don't have any
guilt. We were having fun. That's how you rolled. Exactly. Exactly. That's how we rolled. That's how
we had fun. There is no guilt in it. That was a norm. But understandably I get it. Yeah. Yeah.
I'm missing some pieces to the puzzle just because it's difficult for him to talk about.
When I looked down at his friend what I actually saw him do, he was touching the jet skis. I want
to think he was pulling them ashore. He was real close to the shore and he was touching the jet
skis. But what my spirit told me is that he was in a position of prayer and like I said,
he was not on his knees. His hands were not folded. But knowing this young man going to church with
him for over 20 years, he was probably in a position of prayer. Oh my goodness, what happened?
Lord help us. Again, I haven't had the opportunity to talk to him about that. That's about the extent
of the automatic experience other than thankfully God allowed me to bring the emotions back with me.
And that is peace and joy for I would say at least six years after my accident. It's been 12 now.
I always had an overwhelming sense of peace and joy with me at all times. I still have it.
It's just not to the volume. If I could use that word to... It's not to the volume that it was,
but I still have that and I pray he lets me keep that forever till I get there again.
The lack of anxiety, the lack of stress. Like I said, I could look down and see my son. He looked
like he was working on me but I had no anxiety about it. I knew that was my body. I had no
anxiety about it. No way did I say I want to go back there. No way did I say, oh my gosh, he needs help.
Keeping in mind what I did for a living prior to my accident was I was a certified registered
nurse and a statisticist. So I had attended many arrests in the hospital. In fact, my very first
arrest as a new nurse, not a CRNA, but as a new nurse was in the cardiac unit and I had attended
arrests before but it was never my patient. This is the first time it was my patient. At that time
in medicine, which is blah, blah, blah, years ago, if it was your patient, you ran the arrest court.
I was nervous. It was my first time running the arrest court. In this particular arrest,
I was so nervous I dropped a medication that was in a blue box. The blue box hit the floor.
I picked it up. It was still sterile. We used it. That patient was resuscitated. And when he came back,
he told us what happened during the arrest and he went around the room and said, you did this and
you did that and he pointed at me and said, you dropped the blue box. So all my career I knew this
type of thing was true. And then as a CRNA, from time to time, we would resuscitate someone and
they would tell us what happened. But now I have this memory. This is my story, my auto body experience.
And it is so true that there is life after death. I was out of my body looking at what was going on
earth, zero anxiety, zero fear. The next thing I remember is over a week later. That's not uncommon
for traumatic brain injuries to not remember the event or a little bit after. Right. What I'm told
is eventually the ambulance arrived. It took me to a helicopter, flew me from Deep Creek, Maryland
to Ruby Memorial Hospital in Morgantown, West Virginia. I was in that hospital for 13 days.
I was in a medically induced coma for three days. My daughter never left my side. While I don't
remember what happened, what I've been told and what I can research on my medical record.
A few things happened. Again, I've said I live life aggressively and many patients do this in
the hospital. We don't know why they do it, but here's me. Nurses and doctors make the worst patients.
I pulled my breathing tube out three times. The first two times they had to put it back in.
The third time, thankfully, I was able to breathe on my own. Because I had this habit of pulling
out my breathing tube, they put me in restraints. At first, they restrained my left hand. I was
paralyzed on the right hand side. The jet ski hit me on the right side of my head. The hematoma
developed on the left side of my head. Then things cross. Then, my right side was partially
paralyzed. I did not have use of my right hand. The left was restrained. What I did next is I used my
right foot and my big toe. I stuck it through the art line in my wrist. I pulled out the art line.
Now, I'm in three-point restraints. Again, this is a battle. Satan wants me dead.
I'm not aware of what I'm doing. I've known patients do these things from working in the
ICU's. You don't know why they do them. I don't know why I did them. But these are things that I did.
Have you ever made a decision on your own that's to your own detriment?
Yeah.
Oh, we all have. You wonder why did I do it?
Yeah. So here I was, making my life worse for myself. The good part is, every time something
like this happened, my daughter was there. She never left my side. When I excavated myself,
of course the alarms would go off, but she would be running for a nurse immediately.
When I pulled the art line out, no alarm went off.
And what does that mean?
I'm sorry. An art line is an arterial line. So most IVs that you see in the hospital,
they're intravenous there in your veins. Yes, there's blood flow in your vein,
but the blood flow is much stronger in your artery. So if you pull out an IV, an intravenous,
will it bleed out a little bit? Yeah, it will, but it will eventually stop
with most people unless you're on a blood thinner or other circumstances. For an arterial line,
if that comes out, you can bleed out.
Okay. So this is a bigger deal than I was thinking.
Yes.
Okay. It's a big deal that my right toe came up and pulled out my arterial line.
Oh boy.
I couldn't bled out. Oh my.
And again, my daughter was right there beside me and went for the nurse. Like I said,
there's an attack here. My son tells me after all these things have transcribed or transpired,
and I'm exubated. I'm breathing on my own. Apparently, I'm starting to talk a little bit,
but again, I'm paralyzed on the right hand side. So I look like maybe a stroke victim would look
that they just can't use the right side of their mouth. So my speech is way off. Words are very
difficult for me to find, but I guess from what he said, I'm starting to talk. He reached out and
grabbed my hand and I squeezed him back. He said, that's the first time in over a week that I had
any kind of peace, mom. I felt like you were going to make it. What they tell me is the only words
that I said for days is either okay if they're asking me a question or please instead of please,
the SH on the other, please, as I couldn't speak correctly. After about six days in the ICU,
they moved me to the step down unit. That's where I started talking more, but I didn't
know my birthday. I didn't know my name at some times when they would ask me.
And if you know in a hospital, when they bring your food tray in the room,
they ask you, what's your name on your birthday? That's how they give the right patient the right
food. I didn't know my name on my birthday. Apparently I got a little upset that they weren't
leaving my food. I called everyone by my sister-in-law's name and I love her to death. And I'm not
saying we're not close, but I don't know why I picked her name. I called everybody by her name.
I could not pull names. I could not pull words from my brain. The only memories that I have of
being in the hospital, because these things that I'm telling you have been told to me by
my family and friends, I have a memory of waking up inside of a brain MRI machine.
And I woke up inside of this machine. Now in my head, the last thing I remember is going to
rent jet skis. So the first thing I remember after that is I'm inside this medical device.
I'm looking around me going, this looks bad. This looks medical. And now let's go back a little bit
further in time to my career in anesthesia. I did my best to always be the second patient
at the bedside in the recovery room if that patient was going to get a bad diagnosis.
So I take the patient to the recovery room after the surgery is done. Go visit my next patient.
Let that patient wake up a little bit. The surgeon would go in and do what he had to do
and probably give them devastating news. As often as I could, I made it my goal to be
the next person at their bedside to encourage them. You've got this. You have to fight. Don't just
take this diagnosis and go home. Take this diagnosis and work it. Fight it. Do whatever you have to do.
Take the treatment, whatever they prescribe. Do it and do it well. And just everything I could to
encourage them. So I'm inside this burn-a-mary machine. I'm getting a little fearful. This looks
scary. And they had the opportunity to take my own advice. And I take, in that moment, I changed
my thinking and said, no, so this is good. You're alive. And that has been what I've carried with me
instantly. That peace and joy came. It's okay. You're alive. And I kept that all this time, like
just day-to-day life. You've been through worse, so you can do this. Let's keep going.
Things that my family was told while I was in the hospital. Initially, when they all arrived,
I had already been there a few hours by the time people drove in from Pennsylvania. And my son,
of course, the police wanted to talk to him and his friend, had you been drinking, had you been
doing all the normal stuff. Of course, that was all fine. But it took them time to get to the hospital.
I was in surgery for six hours. When I was done with my surgery and when the surgeon came out,
they gave my family no hope that I was going to live. She made it through the surgery, but all
of these obstacles are in front of her. First and foremost, the first thing we're worried about is
a huge infection because her cranial cavity was opened into the lake. So right there, all that
bacteria, whatnot. Praise God, I never got an infection. Well, I'm sure they popped me through
with the antibiotics, but I cannot figure out how no infection ever developed. Praise God.
Then they were told she might survive, but she couldn't be brain dead, we're not sure yet.
You were calling everybody the one name. Yeah.
So then they said she could be in a vegetative state. I came out of that. She could be paralyzed
because I said I was paralyzed on the right hand side. That started to resolve a little bit and
they said she might have the cognitive ability of a child. We just don't know how much she's going
to get back. But I made it through all that. And yes, it took a lot of rehabilitation. I went
to a rehab center. I was there about three days and I kept asking them how long do I have to be
here? How long do I have to be here? They were very vague in their answers. I think they just
didn't want to discourage me, but they were very vague. So on this third day, I put my foot down.
They came to get me for my rehab that day. And I said I'm not going. And they said,
come on, Sue, we're going to occupational therapy. We need to do this. I said, no,
I'm not going anywhere until you tell me how long I have to be here. So now everything stops. They
go get the nurse, get the doctor, get the physical therapist, get the occupancy. It's like a big
family meeting now. Sue's causing trouble. But I knew my rights as a patient. I'd work to the
hospital all these years. You have to answer my question. They told me when they all were done
talking to me about everything that was going on, the moral of the story was you definitely will be
here two and a half weeks because insurance has already paid for that. But it's possible you could
be here for six months before you're well enough to go home. Again, I had the opportunity to take
my own advice, do the work. At that point, I was not able to read. I didn't know my name on my
birthday by then. I had learned that thank goodness. But I could not read walking. I could walk.
I wasn't going to walk at any brisk pace because the paralysis on the right hand side was subsiding.
But it was better than it was, but it was not good yet. I could not read. Speech was difficult.
Still is difficult, if I'm completely honest. So that day when I came back
from rehab, I did three rehabs per day. While I was in rehab, I did occupational therapy,
speech therapy, and physical therapy. At the end of the day, I was so tired. I would always nap,
and that found that was the best thing for me. I remembered a lot more when I woke up from my naps.
So that became a high priority for the next several years for me was to get a good night's
sleep. But when I came back that day from all that rehab, I was determined to read something.
Don't you know there wasn't even a Gideon Bible in the drawer beside me as a patient?
Not anything I could grab ahold of to read. So the news came on, and I thought, oh,
there's that ticker tape at the bottom. There's always those words. I'm going to,
I'm going to read something. Nothing that day. Nothing that day. I looked at that across the
bottom of the screen. Absolutely nothing. That's got to be frustrating. Yes. The next day comes.
I picked out a word, the T-H-E. Oh, I know that word. That's the, and I got so excited. And that's
just how I proceeded. The rest of the weeks that I was in the rehab center was doing double work.
Everything they told me to do, I would go back to my room and I would do it a second time.
I would go back to my room just to get myself better and then sleep like no other. I would sleep
such a sound sleep, but I always wake up feeling better than I did. Each time I
remembered more, each time I spoke better, each time I was walking better. So I could just see
how good sleep was. It sounds like you got a little bit of healing each round of sleep.
Yes. Yes. That's when God was working in my life for sure. So after I was discharged from the rehab
center, I came home and I was pulling off normal, pretty good on the outside. On the inside,
was not so good. I had this constant noise in my head. I couldn't explain it. I never told
anybody about it. I was aware of it. It was just always there. And then on top of that, I was not
comprehending things like a normal person would. Someone would tell me a story and I would not
along with it or maybe even chuckle if I felt like it was appropriate, but I wasn't always
understanding what they were saying. I remember on two occasions asking my son to take me to the
psych ward. I said, Jim, I think I'm losing my mind. I need help. And he'd be like, no, mom,
you're doing fine. Go take a nap. Even he knew what was going to make me feel bad.
So over time, what I found was that the noise in my head was ringing in my ears. It went away the
next February. Several months, my accent was August in February. All this noise stopped in my head.
It was ringing in my ears. In April, I got my taste and my smell back.
I did not know while I was in the hospital, my mom would say, Sue, how's the food? My answer was,
mom, tastes like poop. Tastes like poop. Has no good taste, mom. I didn't know
that I couldn't taste and smell. It came back in April while I was happy to be able to taste the
pizza again. How was the food then? Awesome. And my own is the best. I'm just saying.
I believe that under the circumstances where you were.
That was a big motivator for me to come home to was I wanted to cook. I want to go home and cook.
I just want to enjoy doing. I bet it gave you a sense of normalcy.
Yes. To get back to where you were doing your normal things. Yes. Yes. And when I came home,
my son's buddies were wonderful. They would come every weekend and do whatever needed around the
house with the grass needs mowed or fence need fixed, whatnot. His buddies were just the best.
Do they still do it? Actually, they do. I was going to say, I ought to milk that one.
He has the best friends on the planet. He really does. That's awesome. So I guess
my takeaway from a lot of this is what's your purpose? What you're calling? I definitely think
at least one reason that I came back, I can think of many is to tell this story. I think it can be
so encouraging and that it has encouraged many people. And I pray that it does again. Me too. And
I work daily just for that, the peace and the joy. And I just love to help others. I have helped
many people since my accident. Some for a two year stretch, some for a couple of days. It's
what I enjoy. And I'm so thankful and happy to be back here and doing God's will and trying to
figure out what would you have me do in this situation? I'm here for a purpose. I'm here for
a reason. Come on with me through it. I actually lost track of how many times you should have died.
I was up at six while you were still on the beach. And then a couple more times in a hospital,
from the expiation, from the art line, from the possible sepsis. So at least 10 times you should
have been dead. At least. I don't do statistics in my head very well. So I'm not going to give you
a number, but I'm going to go ahead and say that the probability of your survival had to have been
extremely low, like less than 1%. I can only think of one being that could make sure that less than
1% was 100%. I'm so grateful to hear how he moved in your life. And every instance, like what are
the sheer chances, the sheer chances that the enemy used the distractions of the now that used the
pain of the now that used the circumstances of the now, but God had already had something paved
away, right? Your son had that training because God sees the future. The enemy doesn't see the future.
And so he tries to distract it out. But God's going to lay this on his heart now. He'll think
it's fun. It'll help. And you've been active in sports and such. So you say you did the right
thing at the right time. Maybe it was instinct because you had been in sports for so long and
dangerous activities that you had subliminally in your mind of what to do that God had prepared
you for with your life. The same with the friend on the the did jetski that turned, right? Everybody
responded the way they knew they needed to that they had developed through the years that the
enemy couldn't touch because they can't really work in the now. And all the prognosis is the time
that you took, we can recovery like years to get to where you are now and only be encouraged on top
of that and to share that blessing of hope to other people, the blessing that you receive from the
peace and the joy to other people. What a true blessing that is. And I don't know what God's
purpose is for you and all of that because it seems like it's more than just one thing that you can
pick out. It seems like it's quite literally a plethora of things that he's like, this is your
purpose. I need you to do that. What about this? That's also your purpose. And this that also is
your purpose. All of that. And then this and that and this that you are clearly here because he needs
you here. You're clearly here because he has a need for Sue to be in this place right now. And
you say you felt it on your heart to tell the story. You're telling it to a bunch of people
right now. And I hope that this blesses so many people. I hope this encourages so many people.
I hope that it resonates with those that have had loved ones with near-death experiences and
out-of-body experiences. I hope it resonates with people that are in rehab that need to know that
you'll get out what you put in right. If you don't do the work, it's going to show. But if you work
hard, like you were doing double the work, when I walked into where I could never have guessed
that you had gone through that, you never would have guessed it. Not in a million years. If you
gave me a handful of chances to guess, I would never have guessed that you went through such things.
That's incredible. What an incredible miracle you are. Oh, thank you. I would say that
God can bless zero. He can definitely do a miracle with zero, but He can bless your own work a whole
lot more than He can bless zero. You know what I mean? That's my thing. Just put your in your own
work and God can bless it and multiply it. So huge. So big. And if I could say one more thing,
in 2015, so three years after my accident, my husband passed away. I'm sorry to hear that.
Thank you. He had been sick for 16 years. He had a genetic disease and it was a long 16-year stretch.
His quality of life was not good. Mostly the last three or four years. The day he was dying,
I went into his room and talked to him multiple times throughout the day. He was already in a coma.
I have to say, I rarely looked him in the face and talked to him that day. I was looking in the
corners of the room, talking to him in the corners of the room because I felt from my own experience
and from the experience that I've had with others in my career, that's where he was looking at me.
I bet that would be funny to hear the tale later when we all get reunited of him saying,
she looked in the corner of my, no, wrong corner. And then you're around now. And then you're like,
what did you see? You're looking right at me. I could see that. That would be hilarious. I was
almost even excited that day that he was dying. Sad for myself and my children, of course,
but excited for him to experience that peace and joy that I'd had. That for so many years,
he just had a very poor quality of life here on earth. Especially for those that suffer.
Yeah, absolutely. I 100% agree that it is like a dichotomy in our system that says that I want
what's best for them, but at the same time, this horribly grieves me that I know this is better.
I know and I'm glad that they're no longer going to be in that any longer in that situation, in
that pain, in that suffering, in that whatever it is that they're going through. And at the same time
that tomorrow it's going to just be me. And that is, that's, it's like literally equal sadness and
happiness. And so I completely understand the people that say that I never would judge someone
that said they were happy that someone passed. I get it. I get it 100% because I also know that
you're also sad. And I think that's, so I think it's so cute. I'm just thinking about the corners.
Thank you so much for joining us. I love this story. And as a non-medical person, I didn't
realize how many times like death could have happened. And for Josh to put that into perspective,
that helps a lot because like I'll process this all usually after the recording. So that,
that definitely helped. And to see God show up time and time again was just so cool.
And that's great. He didn't get you that far just to get you that far. You put in the work and he
blessed it. And here you are today sharing your story. The least 28 different countries. So that's
fun. So with that, we will let you know that we have a fundraising campaign that is there. So if
you want to donate, you can go to giftsango.com and look up God's goodness podcast and that helps
with the audio expenses for now. And then we're also saving for when we do have a new rental,
we'll have a studio one day and then we'll be able to make that into a place that's quiet with new
dogs and weed whackers and all that stuff. So it will go towards something if we don't use it for
the audio expenses immediately. And then also we have, I'd like to share that we have an email list
that you can sign up for. So you can get the emails each week with the episode links. You don't
have to go looking for it. Then there's also bonus content too sometimes. So far we've done it three
weeks and there's been bonus content three of those weeks. I encourage you to sign up for that.
And it's on the social media. You'll find the sign up link in Facebook and in other videos.
It's in the comments. If you could do that would be great. And then also if you rate this in Spotify
or iTunes, that helps us as well. And it'll help the algorithm and it'll help it share it with more
people and the more people can be encouraged. And with that we'll talk to you next time.