A guy who had lost his family makes the difficult decision to adopt a small child with Down syndrome who nobody else wants. Years later, a lawyer contacts him with some startling news. David walked the waiting area of the hospital uncomfortably. Jack, his brother, urged him to calm down. You would assume nobody has ever given birth before!” David grinned. “I am aware,” he replied. “I just feel so anxious! Being a father has always been my dream.”
Jack gave his brother a pat on the back while beaming. “Get ready to be a daddy, my man!” It was then that the doctor strolled in and straight for David. David sensed something in his expression that silenced all amusement. The doctor added that although it was an uncommon mishap and one in a million chances, Rita and their child had lost their lives as a result of it. David calmly listened to him, nodding appropriately throughout. His knees simply crumpled when he attempted to take a step, but he did not even whimper. Jack, overcome with emotion, had to console his brother and take him home like a small boy.
Dave woke up to a quiet house a few days after Rita and their baby had been buried and everyone had seemed to be ready to go on. He reached out to Rita’s side of the bed. Empty. For the sake of their children’s wellbeing, parents will have to make the most difficult decisions. He rose and turned on the charming nightlight that reflected gentle pastel stars onto the ceiling, then strolled down the hallway to the nursery. That room had been furnished as much by him and Rita with aspirations as with grief. Everything was lost.
Dave sobbed while perched in the rocking rocker that Rita had argued was a need. His dreams had vanished, and his home and heart felt empty. He wanted to break that nursery up and remove that emptiness. A thought suddenly crossed his mind. “Love is the only thing that can fill a hole; anger cannot.” Who made that statement? Dave pondered. Somewhere, at some point, he had heard that. That thought might actually save his life now.
Dave made an inquiry about adopting or fostering a kid by contacting social services. At first, the social worker was skeptical. “We do not typically give single parents children,” she remarked. “Yet it IS happening more frequently.” “My life is good,” Dave declared. “I have love, above everything else, to give a child. I want to fulfill the dream that my wife and I had of having children.” The social worker took up a file that was covered in numerous colorful stickers. She enquired, “Would you consider a special needs child?” Dave gave a shrug. “Every child has requirements and is unique,” he remarked softly. “We have no idea what God may send. The youngster that needs me will go with me.” Of course, Dave had to go through a number of interviews and had to do some parenting classes, but eventually, the big day came. They informed him that he had a son.
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