He is a natural healer who truly cares. He held my hand every morning. He walked into my room and told me, “I’m getting you out of this bed.” When I played gospel music to lift my spirits, he would smile and dance along. It kept me going, kept me alive. He saw me decline each day but pushed me to breathe. He became family, sharing with me about his four kids. Marcus has a true passion for his career. When my oxygen level dropped dramatically, Marcus rushed me down to the ICU. Before he left my room, I felt him squeeze my hand, look at me and tell me I was going to be alright. Those words pushed me past my pain. The grip in my hand from him gave me life.