April Stace , a happily-married thirty-five year-old mother, harpist, ordained pastor and aspiring tenure-track professor, thought she had finally made it when she accepted a dream job in New York City.
Less than a year later, she found herself jobless, divorced, broke, and certain that she had failed in every way that mattered.
In a last-ditch effort to support herself and her son, she began training as a chaplain at an urban hospital.
As she encountered death day after day,.