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To this day, we don’t understand why a C-section wasn’t performed. When baby Adam was born Jan. 10, 1994, my daughter Ginger had been in labor for an extra long time. When he finally came into this world, this beautiful infant scored poorly on the “APGAR Test.” This is a series of checks the nurse makes on a newborn to assess its health and any special needs.

The report was that the nerves in his neck had been damaged at birth, and he was suffering from partial paralysis from the waist up. Most likely his hands and arms would not allow him to hold a pencil or write. He would probably never swing a bat, type on a keyboard, or play an instrument. The whole extended family and friends grieved for him.

My friend Jan and I had been meeting regularly as prayer partners and took this need to the Lord. We prayed for healing for Adam and comfort for the family.

Amazingly, Jan was a physical therapist for children. However, she knew that her company would not be called in for this situation, because they didn’t take Ginger’s insurance. She did know exactly how to pray for him. So we met and interceded for this little one and for the rest of his family.

A short time later, Jan came to our prayer time with incredible news. Ginger’s insurance company didn’t have any child therapists that were suitable to help Adam. So her company had contacted Jan’s office, the only one in the area that could do this type of infant therapy. Months became years as the therapists in Jan’s office worked tirelessly with this little boy who was always so determined, yet always brought smiles and happiness to every appointment with him. Ginger watched and learned how to do his physical and speech therapy with him and would continue giving treatments at home as a labor of love for her precious son. Over the years, Adam progressed to normal and was able to attend public school without restrictions. He developed a great love for music and his dogged perseverance at working his fingers and hands allowed him to become an accomplished guitar and violin player, despite the grim diagnosis he had faced as an infant. The sounds of his music bring tears of joy to all who hear it, especially to those who know how hard he worked for it.

Then, at age 11, Adam was climbing a tree in the backyard. His father saw him as he fell, but he was too far away to help ease the fall. Adam shattered his leg and skull and was unconscious for days. He spent some time in the pediatric ICU, had several surgeries on his leg, and then spent many months in a wheelchair, even in school. Actually, he became kind of a hero to his fellow students. While in his wheelchair, he was appointed captain of his soccer team for his leadership and team spirit. Through it all, his attitude was: “I’m going to be all right.” He learned firsthand what it was like to live with a disability. As a result, he goes to great lengths to raise awareness in those around him to look for ways to be helpful to others.

Miracle on miracle. As I write this, Adam will be graduating from high school this month. He can walk, run, and play soccer very well. He is quite skilled at guitar and playing his great-grandfather’s violin. He can drive a car and ride the horses his family owns. And was he ever a handsome dude in his tuxedo for the Senior Prom! In fact he can do anything that any other 18 year old can do. Go Adam!