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Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 01

By: Rabbitrunner91



The day was windy and cold, ten degrees cold, and I pulled my coat tighter, shivering. There was one meeting yet, before my vacation would start. For years I'd wanted to visit some friends in Modesto, halfway across the country, and see them during Christmas. Gene had been a close friend in college and after graduation we'd kept in contact, mostly through letters, with the occasional phone call. Always the fun lover, he'd ask me when I could visit him and his family; this year I took him up on his offer and plans had been made, I'd arrive after the 25th.

My work as a Physician at the Clinic could keep anyone from having a vacation; this time however, I set my foot down and told my boss, I hadn't a break for 14 months and needed one now. She could adjust the schedule and give me the time off, or I'd quit. She knew I wouldn't, but it must have made an impression, for she did make the changes and for 10 whole days my name wasn't listed on the schedule. That's when I called Gene and let him know I'd be visiting, he was elated and we made our plans.

My car was picked up from the garage, that morning, serviced in preparation for the trip over the mountains and on to California. Flying didn't tickle my fancy, I wanted to see the countryside, to stop and talk to folks, see places I'd never been before. Then spend 3 or 4 days with Gene and his family, play with his kids and let them show me around, before taking a slow trip back to Denver.

The cold weather couldn't dampen my spirits; I was on top of the world and would begin my travels in the morning. Right now, there was this meeting, then to my apartment to pack, load the car and to disappear through the mountain passes, come daylight. 

The meeting was boring, as most are, but I'm whistling to myself when it's over and slipped into rush-hour traffic making a bee line for home. The cars were backed up on the interstate from an accident, so I took an exit ramp like the other drivers and we're in congested 'stop and go' traffic for the next hour. "Bummer." I say to myself. "This isn't what I wanted."

That's when the car started to choke and sputter and die. I barely managed to coast, cursing into a gas station, glad only that I'm not blocking traffic and will have someplace warm while waiting for the tow truck. The engine wouldn't even turn over and I was glad the problem happened now, instead of on the road. 

Before I could place a call on my cell, I notice a young woman coming out of the 'quick service' gas station. It looked like she'd slipped on something and fallen against one of the gas pumps; she didn't get up and remained sitting with her back to the pump, so I got out to see if she was okay. 

When I got there, it appeared like she was more overcome with sobs, than having fallen; she was a young woman, pretty, but who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up and when I retrieved it to give to her, it was a nickel. 

At that moment, everything came into focus: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. "Ma'am, are you alright? Do you need help?"

Her shoulders shook with her sobs and all she could say was, "I don't want my kids to see me crying." So we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. Her sobs had stopped but the tears flowed down her cheeks. "We're going to California and right now things are hard for us."

"And you were praying?" I asked.

She stepped back from me and gave me a dirty look.

"I'm not a crazy person. You were praying and He heard you, He sent me."

She didn't know what to say and remained quiet, watching me from skeptical eyes.

"Do you need more gas?" 

She nodded and I swiped my card through the reader. "Fill it up. While you're doing that, let me get you some food. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She lifted the pump handle, dispensing the gas into her car as I walked to McDonalds. The place wasn't full and I stepped up to the counter; placing an order for a dozen burgers, half a dozen fries, 6 drinks, apple pies for desert and a bunch of food certificates, and lastly a large coffee. Returning to her car, she was standing, waiting. I handed her the sack and she gave the kids, what looked like the first real meal they'd had in days. They wolfed down the first burger and were asking for more. She spent the first few minutes unwrapping the meal and cleaning up what they'd dropped. Getting them settled, a drink in easy reach and a packet of fries in their hands, she stepped out of the car and accepted the hot coffee I proffered. 

We stood around, munching on some fries so I asked who she was and what she was doing. 

"My name's Claire Hanson, we came from Kansas City where my husband found another pretty skirt and left me and the kids two months ago. Not having a job, I couldn't pay the rent which is due by the first, so I packed everything in the car and told the kids we're spending Christmas by the ocean. Left a note for the landlord telling we were driving to California to see the ocean and wouldn't be back. We made it this far, but I'm out of money and don't know what to do."

"Have you been sleeping in the car?"

"Yes, but that gets old after a while."

"Why California? What's there?"

"I dunno. Seemed like a good place to 'start over'. My Mom lives there some place, but I haven't talked to her in almost 5 years. Lost contact and don't know how to reach her." 

One of the kids called out and she interrupted the conversation to help. When she was finished, she stepped back and thanked me. "Mr. I don't know who you are, but thanks a million."

Reaching into my pocket, I extracted a pair of gloves, handing them to her. "Here, this'll keep your hands warm." 

Planning to bid them farewell, I spy a motel by the road. "Ma'am, Claire, You look like you could use a good night's sleep. Let me get you a room. In the morning you can head on down the road."

Her eyes lit up with the offer, but she declined. "You've been most kind, but I don't want to put you out any more."

"Claire, its Christmas and this is my gift. Please accept it."

"I don't want to put you out?"

"Ma'am, its Christmas Eve. It's my pleasure to help."

She smiled, said "Okay", and drove to the motel, while I played with her kids in the car. The oldest was a boy, about five, the girl was close to three and the baby 10 months. The boy told me their names, Aaron David, Amy Carla, and Andrew Matthew.

"I'm 'Bob'." The girl had unfastened her belt, climbed over the seat and sat on my knee; her mom was navigating through traffic, pulling in front of the motel.

We left the kids in the car and went inside. I gave the clerk my credit card, pre paying for a room. "They're staying one night."

Helping them move into the room, I said a quick prayer before leaving, praying for her safety on the road. I'd started back to the car when she asked, "So, you're like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

Getting back to my car, I'd forgotten about its problems. When the key was turned, it started, without a sign of the earlier troubles. God wanted me to help this woman and He intervened to make it happen.

Traffic had lessened, I traveled home without further difficulty. My excitement returned, the packing went smoothly and my car was loaded. I called Gene and confirmed my departure for tomorrow, sleep came pleasantly, I rested well.

A light covering of snow was on the ground in the morning, the sky was gray and overcast, but my heart was singing; I could get away from the pressure of work, spend a relaxing time on the road and visit with old friends. Not hungry, I skipped breakfast and would catch a bite later. Double checking that the apartment lights were out, the thermostat set low, and appliances disconnected. My coat was in the closet and I snagged it on the way out, locking the door and sliding behind the wheel.

It was early, traffic was picking up and I eased into the flow on the interstate. The radio was instructing motorists to exercise caution because of slick roads. As luck would have it, another accident at the same spot as yesterday. I didn't want to wait, and took the ramp, finding a detour. Leaving space between my car and the next, I viewed the motel where Claire is staying. Her Suburban was in the lot, and on a whim, I turned.

I parked at the far end and she exited the room; her hands carrying the baby and leading the older children, they look rested, full of energy. She'd unlocked the car, not seeing me. "Did you sleep well?" I asked.

Surprised, she almost dropped Andrew as she spun. I caught a flicker of a smile which disappeared. "Yeah we slept okay. The kids are a handful, though."

"Needs some help?"

"No, I got it. Thanks"

In a couple minutes she had them fastened in their seats and closed the door. 

Something is bothering her. "What's the matter?"

"Thanks for yesterday. Thanks for the room." She stood waiting, wanting me to reply.

"Claire, what's wrong. Maybe I can help, tell me."

She stood there, thinking, not speaking. I also wait; it's her move.

After an eternity, "I can't get to California. When the tank's empty, we can't go any further and I fear they'll take my kids 'cause I can't support them."

"Check out. I'll stay with the kids. We'll talk when you return."

She smiled, walking towards the office.

I opened the car and was playing with the family, for the most part they were well behaved, a little rambunctious, but good. Aaron was trying to tickle me under my coat when she returned. I put him back in his seat, fastened the belt and closed the door. She was waiting when I turned around.

"Want to travel in caravan? I'm going to Modesto, leaving right now."

"I don't have any money."

"I didn't ask for any." I wait while she thinks this over.

"What happens once we reach Modesto?"

"You can go wherever you want. It's up to you. I'll help you get that far."

"Right now?"

"That's correct; right now."

A smile lights up her face, for once, her worries fade and she's happy again. "Okay."

Briefly I outline how to travel in caravan, the route we'd travel, and ways to communicate while driving. Initially, she'd take the lead and I'd follow. If she became lost or confused, pull over and I'd find her.

Someone told me about a Chinese proverb, that a trip of 1000 miles begins with the first step. This journey started with her in the lead and it would ultimately end in a strange manner. Claire exited the motel parking lot and slipped into traffic, with me close behind. I must admit, she was a good navigator and led us quickly to Interstate 25, heading north. At first, the road was congested, but as we left Denver behind, the cars thinned out and we settled into a pattern. The plan was to travel into Wyoming and catch Interstate 80 west, all the way into California.

Our first stop was Cheyenne; she pulled off at one of the exits and into a gas station, I'm right behind. Filling up both vehicles, a growl from my stomach reminds me I'd not eaten. "Are the kids hungry? I am."

This traveling relationship was new and she hesitated. Besides, she still didn't know me well. That's when the kids chimed in. "I'm hungry, Mom. I want a hamburger."

"Alright." She said.

I paid for the gas and we drove to the McDonald's nearby. I ordered; carrying the food to the play area. The kids were already on the equipment and having a blast. Claire was watching them and I sat across from her. "You've got great children. You should be proud of them."

Without taking her eyes from them she replied, "Thanks, I am." She walked over to help Amy who was having problems descending the slide. Giving encouragement, she caught her before reaching the bottom. Amy scampered off after Aaron and Claire returned to the table. Andrew was holding on to the table edge and watching the others play, he wanted to join them, but wasn't able to navigate the distance.

"Is he walking yet?"

"Almost, but not quite."

I picked him up and carried him to the slide, putting him on the bottom section and letting him slide the few feet, before catching him. I did it again and the smile on his face brightened. After a few times, I let him hold my finger and we walked back to the table. Sitting him in a seat, Claire opened a hamburger and tore apart the meat, letting him eat with his hands. A few fries were put within reach and he quickly made a mess on his face.

"Aaron, Amy, lets eat!" Claire called. "You can play afterwards. Come on."

Reluctantly they came and sat. She put their portions in front of them and I helped Amy take a drink. Aaron took a couple bites before running back to the play area. "Aaron, finish eating, then you can play. Get back here and sit down."

He acted like he didn't hear and continued to play. Claire moved quickly, grabbed his arm and gave him a swift 'pop' on his rear. Now he knew she meant business and returned to the table and eating the rest of his burger. The fries were stuffed into his mouth and he returned to the equipment with his cheeks bulging. I laughed at him and Claire smiled. "He's so independent, like his dad."

Amy had finished and returned to play. "They miss their dad, don't they?"

She looked at me a moment, "Yeah. I haven't told them he's gone. They think he'll be coming back."

"What'll you do once we reach California?"

"I don't know. Find a job some place, if anybody will hire me. I don't have any training and all I've ever done is flip burgers. Barry and I got married right out of high school and Aaron came along fairly quickly. Now there are three kids, and he's gone. I'm so afraid they'll be taken away."

"That really frightens you, doesn't it?"

She turned towards me and a tear coursed down her cheek. "If I were to find a job, I'd have to leave them alone. There's no way I could pay a sitter and then Children's Services would find out, label me as an unfit mother, and I'd lose them."

"What about child support?"

"Yeah, right." She said sarcastically. "Everything he earns goes to booze and women. I'd never see a penny."

We talked while the kids played. Amy had to use the bathroom, Claire took her; I watched the other two. Andrew needed changed, I rummaged around in her bag, found what was needed and preceded with the task. I'd finished and was pulling up his pants when Claire returned. She picked up the discards and disposed of them.

"Probably should get back on the road." I say. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Calling to Aaron, "Let's go Aaron, get back in the car."

Running to the table he looked at me, "Can I ride with you?"

"It's okay with me, but you better ask your Mom."

"Can I Mom? Can I?"

"It's 'May I'" she corrects. "And yes you may."

He latches onto my hand, I pick up Andrew in my other arm and we walk to the cars. Claire puts Amy in her seat and fastens the belt before taking Andrew. He's placed in his car seat while I fasten Aaron in the seat beside me. Within moments we pull back onto the interstate and are cruising westward.

The cars eat up the miles and Aaron talks a mile-a-minute beside me. He's excited about traveling, never seen the ocean. That's what he wants to see the most. His Mom had told him they could play in the sand on the beach. He's curious about the different things in my car, asking about each one. As best as possible, I explain. His eyes keep looking at the GPS screen with the map moving as we drive down the road. "What's that?"

"It's a map and tells me where we are and where we're going."

"Does it say we're going to the ocean?"

"Yes is does."

He is silent, then pipes up, "Momma says you're a nice man."

"Thank you Aaron. I think you're a nice boy." He smiles, pleased with the compliment.

He chatters for an hour until I look over, his head hanging down, he's asleep.

The car is quiet, but already I miss his voice. The road becomes a ribbon and the miles spit out behind us. 

Claire stops again to change Andrew; Aaron and Amy change places and I fill the cars with gas. She's quieter but adsorbs most everything. I ask questions and she answers. She likes her brothers and misses her dad, except when he yelled at her mom. She wants a home and didn't like it when they left. She carries a doll in her arms; she wants to be a momma when she grows up.

"You will be a momma, some day you will." That brings a big smile to her face.

We'd passed Salt Lake City and were moving towards the Nevada boarder. I flash my lights and Claire takes the next exit. Taking the lead, she follows as we find a motel. The sun was down and the kids were fussy from being in the car all day. I rent two rooms and we bring our luggage in before finding a restaurant. Claire liked the 'sit down' meal, but to the kids, it made no difference; food was food. I helped Aaron cut his food and he ate a few bites, but he was tired. Amy's head was dragging too. We finished up and returned to the rooms.

"Can I stay with you, Bob?" Aaron asked.

"I think you better stay with your mom tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

Our rooms were side by side and I helped her get the kids settled before going to mine and take a shower. Nothing much was happening so I flip on the TV and watch an old black and white movie. It was halfway through when I hear a knock coming from the door adjoining our rooms.

"Can I come in?" Claire asks

"Sure."

She leaves the doors open to listen for the children. I can see Amy asleep in one of the beds, the boys must be on the other one.

"I never thanked you for helping me?"

"You don't need to. It's my pleasure." Remembering my manners, "Have a seat."

She sits in one of the chairs and I flip off the TV.

"We made some good mileage today. How far will we go tomorrow?"

"Reno, maybe a bit more. I'm in no hurry, need to be in Modesto the following day."

She was silent for a while, something is on her mind.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know what we're going to do once we get there. Guess I'm trading one place for another; my problems just follow; I can't shake them."

"If wishes could be granted, what'd you wish for?"

"Someone would give me a good paying job and I could have my kids taken care of while I worked." She let out a sigh. "But wishes don't grow on trees."

I feel for her. She's a good mom, but life had dealt her a bad hand ever since she was left alone. "Maybe we should pray. God heard before and gave an answer, He can do it again."

Her face was looking down when she started to speak. At first I thought she was talking to me, but it didn't take long to understand the ache and pain in her heart. She was unloading her fears and frustrations, asking for help. She was talking to God like she would talk to me, not flowery, or with different words; talking to Him like she knew Him.

When she finished, I added my prayer. She needed help and she needed it soon.

As I concluded, she checked on the kids, they were sleeping and she returned to the chair. "You haven't told me much about yourself. How come you're going to Modesto?"

"Vacation. It's been 14 months since I've had a break and I finally talked my boss into letting me go. I've a college friend and he's invited me for a few days. I haven't seen him since we were in school together. He's got a family, wife and three kids."

"Where's your family?"

"Wife? I've never married. Been too busy with school and work. Have two brothers and a sister, all married. Sister has three children and one brother had two. Dad's gone, Mom lives by herself."

We chat a while longer then head for bed. There's a lot more driving tomorrow.

I wake in the morning to sounds from the other room. The kids have had a good nights sleep and are full of energy. Slipping into my clothes I knock on the door between our rooms; Claire opens and I see Aaron and Amy bouncing on the bed, having a grand time.


Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 01



"Come on kids; help me get things loaded in the car. Then we can eat some breakfast. What'd you like to eat?"

"French fries." Says Amy.

"I want pancakes." Aaron chimes in.

Claire looks at me, smiling as she dresses Andrew, "You're spoiling them, you know."

"Let's get everything in the car. Aaron, you carry this. Amy, grab your coat, its cold." I winked at Claire and got the kids moving. She had Andrew ready, and together we picked up the rooms.

Settling up with the motel clerk, we drive down the access road and find a place that serves pancakes. Aaron is tickled pink when I order him a stack of three with different toppings. Amy had some hash browns and Claire fed Andrew with baby food. Breakfast took longer than anticipated but everyone was full when we walked back outside.

The two older children traded off, taking turns riding with me. Miles disappear behind us as we cross Nevada. We'd pass Reno and its late afternoon driving through the mountains near Sacramento; Claire is in the lead and Aaron is sitting beside me, chatting away. Something's wrong because I see the tires smoking from the Suburban and the brake lights are on, she pulls to the side of the road. Pulling in behind her, she's already out of the car and opening the side door. She's frantic.

Drawing up, Claire is holding Andrew. Quickly I take him from her, laying him on the seat; his color is deep blue. She is crying and trying to get to her baby, I need her out of the way. "Claire, here's my keys. In my trunk there is a red bag, bring it, quickly." She hesitates, "GO." I yell. 



Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 02



I hear her retreating steps and focus my attention on Andrew. His breathing is shallow and short, his heart is fast but strong. His fingers are black, a sign of no oxygen in his blood. His airways are not blocked and otherwise everything appears normal. He wants to cry but can't get a breath. Claire appears at my side and I open the bag, retrieving a small cylinder with hoses coming from the top. A little deeper I pull out a nose clip and attach it to the hoses, then put it in Andrew's nose. The valve is opened and I adjust the gauge. Within a couple minutes his color turned brighter.

"What's happened with him?" I ask.

"I don't know. He's never done this before."

"Go get Aaron and bring him here. He shouldn't be in my car alone."

She's gone and returns in a moment. Andrew is looking better and has started to cry. His breathing becomes deep and steady. Too deep, I think. Something is keeping him from getting oxygen into his blood.

The baby's out of danger; I turn my attention to Claire. "What can you tell me about him? Anything. I need to know."

Before she speaks, Aaron asks, "Are you a doctor?"

"Yes son, I am. Claire, was there anything unusual about his birth? Does he ever turn blue, for any reason?"

Initially she shakes her head, then pauses. "When he was born, the nurses took him away for a while to check him. He was brought back and nothing more was said."

"Anything else you've noticed?"

"Well, when he cries a lot, his face gets blue. I try to keep him calm so it won't happen."

I'm listening with the stethoscope to his heart, there is a 'whooshing' sound I've heard before and don't like.

"What's wrong with him, Bob?" 

Andrew is starting to play with the tubes, they feel uncomfortable and he wants them off. I adjust them so he can't reach them and affix with tape. The family's watching and want answers. How do you tell someone their child has a hole in his heart? 

"Bob, please tell me what's wrong?"

"Something's not right with his heart; he should be checked out a hospital."

Aaron is inquisitive, "What are those pipes?"

"They're to help him breathe, so he won't turn blue." I'm looking at Aaron, but talking to Claire. 

She's on the verge of tears. "Clair, he's okay for now. But he really needs to be checked out."

For a mother to see her child turn blue, really blue, and have tubes attached, to help him breathe, it was shattering. She wants to hold him but knows she shouldn't; wants to protect him and feeling like she's to blame for the child's illness. Kneeling beside Andrew, Claire supports his head, kisses his cheek and lets her hair dangle in his face. This is a game they've played before and his arms reach out to play with her strands. She's smiling at him as tears drip from her cheeks, she loves this child, and for the moment he seems normal.

"Clair, he should be taken to a hospital to be checked out. We need to know more about what's going on. Right now he's stable, but we better be going. Can you drive?"

"Bob will he be alright? Please tell me he'll be alright." She pleads.

"We'll know more when he's been tested."

I give instructions, Aaron will ride with her and watch Andrew and if there is any change, she's to stop. She understands and we resume our journey, following the blue signs with a white 'H'.

Using the GPS map, I locate a hospital about 30 minutes away and in half hour we're pulling up to the emergency entrance. Inside I give a brief over view and a preliminary finding as Claire fills out hospital forms. She doesn't have insurance, but that could be handled later, right now we need an exact diagnosis.

As the procedures are performed and Claire follows along, I sit with Amy on my knee and Aaron is busy touching everything in sight. She and Andrew returned from the X-Rays and she held him, keeping his hands away from the oxygen tubes. It's a paradox; she has the look of a mother's love and a mother's fear.

I was attempting to corral Aaron and Amy, they were quite a handful, keeping their fingers away from the drawer with medical instruments, from the cabinet with supplies. 

The findings, when the doctor returned showed Andrew had a hole in his heart between the left and right Ventricle. By itself, this wasn't serious in an infant, but combined with a poorly formed Tricuspid valve, created a situation where enough oxygen wasn't getting into his blood. He'd need surgery, but for now there was no urgency, provided he had oxygen available 'as needed'.

I could see both a look of relief and a look of concern. Her child would need surgery and this was overwhelming, because she had no way to pay.

She was given two prescriptions, one an oral medication to adjust the heart rhythm and the other for oxygen, to be administered as needed. Claire got the children, I visited the financial office and discussed her account. I knew a few strings to pull, and was able to have the account paid from the hospital benevolence fund. She easily qualified and the hospital would pay for all charges.

It was late and the sky dark when we drove to a motel. I'd picked up the prescriptions earlier, then got us something to eat. McDonalds would surely love us, for all the money we were spending in their establishments. The usual two rooms were rented and I helped her get the kids settled and into bed. When they were asleep, we stepped through the open doorway into my room, we needed to talk.

Sitting in a chair, she placed her face in her hands and cried. It was the first chance she'd had to relax and the enormity of the situation was only now being felt. I sat on the bed and watched her, she was tired of 'being strong', there was no shoulder for her to cry on, she felt alone. I retrieved a box of tissues and she thanked me, dabbing her eyes.

"Andrew's going to need surgery. You know that, don't you?" I asked.

"I know it. There's no way I can have it done. The cost from the hospital today, …"

Interrupting, "It's paid for. The hospital covered it. You owe nothing."

The range of emotions to cross her face was priceless. "I don't owe anything?"

"Nothing. I discussed it with their financial aid people and your account will be fully covered."

"How can I thank you?"

"Don't thank me, you're not out of the woods yet. Where will you travel from here?" This was a leading question.

"I don't know."

"Do you have any friends?"

"No."

"You don't know of anyone in California?"

Again she shakes her head.

"Then you can't stay there. You'll have to return."

She nodded knowingly, and then added, "But I don't know anyone in KC either."

"What about Denver?"

"I don't know any one from Denver?" she says with a scowl on her face. "I've never been there."

I let her think. For a full minute she looks at the wall, reasoning, then…"

"Oh." And she looks right at me. "But you've done so much already."

"Do you want my help? If there's someone else, I'll bow out of the picture."

She was brought face to face with the fact, there was no one else; only this stranger. "Thank you." She mouthed, not making a sound.

"Then you'll return to Denver with me?"

"I know. Thank you, Bob." She can't say it enough.

Aaron woke and called out, she rose and went to see him. I lifted the phone and called Gene.

"Hey, Bob, where are you? The family's waiting to meet you."

"Tomorrow afternoon, not too sure of the exact time. I've got some people traveling with me."

"What'd you do, find a girlfriend?" Teasing me.

Knowing it would irritate him, I use bad language, "Not hardly. It's a woman and her three children; 5, 3, and an infant."

"Knew you flunked English at the University." He joked. "Where are they headed?"

"She promised the kids they could see the ocean for Christmas, so we're traveling in caravan. That brings me to my question. Would it be possible they could stay with you too? I don't know how much room you and the Sara have, but it would be a help. I could sleep on the couch, perhaps the kids could sleep on the floor."

Claire had returned and was listening to my end of the conversation.

"Bob, it's no problem. We've got lots of room, everything will be ready when you get here. Besides our kids and hers could play together; they're close to the same age."

We talked for another 10 minutes before I hung up. "Did you hear? He said you're welcome to stay."

She didn't say anything, she sat beside me on the bed, and gave me a squeeze; appreciation written on her face.

"How's Andrew doing?"

"He's sleeping peacefully."

"We better get some rest too."

Before standing, she gave me a peck on the cheek, then disappeared into her room and closed the door.

I certainly hoped I was doing the right thing. I was wondering if I'd bitten off more than I could chew. Time would tell.

In the morning, we went through the usual routine. The drive to Modesto was uneventful but the 'mountain view' was fantastic and Amy was enraptured by the trees and scenic overlooks. It was after 3 o'clock when we entered town and it took us a while to locate Gene's home.

Driving up to his house, we're greeted by his family. His children were anxiously waiting; wanting new friends to play with. Gene and I warmly shook hands and introductions were made by all. Claire and Gene's wife disappeared inside along with the kids. 

Gene and I were left standing in his front lawn. "You want to fill me in on Claire and the kids? There's more to it than you told me last night."

From the beginning I related everything over the past 4 days, how I'd helped her out, the decision to travel together, the medical emergency, and the decision to return to Denver.

"That's quite a story. Never figured you to become entangled in other people's affairs,"

"I'm listening, if you've a better idea, I'm open. Wouldn't be right to cut her loose and fend for herself. Would it?"

"Think the 'Big Man' upstairs is pulling strings?"

"I'm confident He was at the beginning. Right now, it's like I'm her only option. Yeah, I'd say He's behind it. I just don't know where it's going."

"Let's grab your bags and come on inside. I've taken the next few days off so we can go places and do things. We've a lot of catching up to do."

Inside he showed me to the spare bed room. "Where's Claire and her kids staying?" I asked.

"The two older ones can share rooms with our kids. We've set up an extra bed for them. Claire and the baby can take the extra room upstairs and this place is for you. Like I said, we've plenty of room."

"Thanks Gene, you're the greatest."

The remainder of the day was spent talking and renewing our friendship. Claire and Sara had hit it off and were comparing notes on the kids and raising a family. Aaron and Chris (Gene's boy) were running around the house playing. Becky, his daughter, was showing Amy her dolls and they were doing 'make believe'. Andrew was crawling around on the floor playing with some toys he'd found, Claire was keeping a close eye on him.

It was after supper and the ladies were doing dishes. I helped Aaron and Amy take a bath, getting them ready for bed. It was still a little early so all four of them were playing together. Gene and I were sitting in the living room. "Is there a chance we can take the kids to the ocean and play on the beach? Claire promised her kids."

"Wrong time of the year to go swimming, but I imagine we could visit one of the beaches along the coast and let them get their feet wet."

The ladies had finished in the kitchen and joined us. Sara, holding their youngest, found a seat by Gene and I scooted over to let Claire sit on the couch. We talked for a while before it was time to put the children to bed. I volunteered to put Aaron and Amy down while Claire put Andrew in his crib. Up to this time he'd not needed the oxygen, but we were keeping an eye on him. When I finished, the three had resumed talking in the living room and I took my seat beside Claire.

We talked late into the night and it was near midnight before we ambled off to our beds. I slept, not having the pressure of work hanging over me. Maybe I was working too hard, I rolled back over and caught some more Z's. In the morning, I felt relaxed.

Everyone else was up and about, by the time I showed my face in the kitchen. "Welcome sleepy head." Sara said.

I was still rubbing sleep out of my eyes when the four older ones peeped around the corner. "Breakfast ready?" Chris asked his mom.

"Sit up to the table. It's ready."

I helped get them seated and bibs tucked in and Claire spooned the scrambled eggs onto their plates. Andrew had the hi-chair and was babbling away, banging his spoon against the tray. Claire and Sara had the others under control, so I popped the top on a jar of baby cereal and proceeded to feed Andrew.

Gene came in the door. "Claire, could you move your Suburban? I need to get my car out of the garage."

"Sure."

Sara moved to watch the older children while Claire went outside. "She's a nice lady, Bob."

"Yeah, but she's had some really bad luck lately. She's all tore up inside over it. Not sure what to do."

"Gene told me what you're doing to help. I think it great."

"She needs more help than I can offer."

Andrew was banging his spoon again, impatiently waiting for the next bite. "This guy's got some serious medical problems. I'm going to see if some friends will help with the procedures and costs."

Breakfast was finished and we piled into two cars and they gave us a tour of the area. I liked the almond orchards and was fascinated by the industry. The harvesting was almost automated, mechanical shakers, and sorting. Aaron wanted to see the ocean and we explained the trip was scheduled for tomorrow.

The day slipped by, almost with out notice. Everywhere we went, the four older kids would hang on me, wanting rides on my shoulders, or giving me a playful swat on my behind, before scampering out of reach. Gene and I also would grasp their arms and legs and swing them over our heads, then let them fall between us. Squealing with delight, they wanted more, and this only made the younger ones want to be included.

Sarah had brought along brown bags for lunches and bottles of water. We stopped along the road at a 'pull off' eating and watching the other motorists travel by. Aaron was a climber and had found a route up the tree, snagging his britches and tearing a pocket. Claire was 'put out'. "Aaron, these are your good pants. Now what are you going to wear?"

He was chagrined and didn't say anything. His mom was upset, he was only being a little boy and they climb trees, don't they?

I saw the downcast face. "Claire, if they can't be fixed, I'll buy him another pair."

She stood there with her hands on her hips, trying to be angry, but couldn't. Instead she bent down and gave him a motherly hug. He smiled and scampered off among the trees, chasing after Chris.

"Let him be a little boy. It only comes along once."

"I know. Maybe I'm trying too hard. He really needs a father. But that won't happen." The look on her face changed from bright and happy, to one of discouragement. Gene and Sara saw the transformation and glanced in my direction. I wanted to enfold her with my arms, but didn't dare. How could a man possibly walk out on this woman? The only word I could think to describe him was 'jerk' and maybe that was too soft.

Andrew demanded her attention at that moment and she soon forgot about her heart ache. Her spirits lifted when Amy brought her a couple wild flowers she'd found along the fence. Claire let Amy stick them in her hair and they stayed there the rest of the day. She doted on these children and she loved them with her whole heart.

The kids had missed their nap but weren't sleepy and Gene located a children's park. We let them run and play on the equipment while we sat and watched. Occasionally I pushed them on the swings or helped them with the teeter totter.

The sun was setting when we collected the children and drove back to Gene's house. Sara produced a quick supper, Gene and I helped with baths, and all six were asleep in no-time. I'd tucked Aaron under the covers and saw Claire standing in the doorway, watching. "You're good to them. They like you, ya know."

"You raised them right."

Evening was filled with more talk from us adults. We sat around the table, drinking cups of hot chocolate and just reminiscing. Gene was a cut-up at University and made some joke that had us all rolling with laughter; my sides were aching. The ladies were smiling at Gene's antics. Clair's laugh was a high contralto and rose above our voices. 

The next day we packed up our cars and headed to the ocean. It was a long ride and we arrived about 11 o'clock. The wind was stiff but the sun shining and the kids ran along the beach. I helped them take their shoes and socks off and rolled up their pants to keep them dry. We'd brought extra, none-the-less. The waves were high and rolling, this kept us back from the waters edge. 

Sara grabbed a cardboard box from the car and produced small shovels and buckets for the kids to play. Joining them, I dug a moat and built a sand castle. Becky was watching and Amy joined her. In a minute they both had their hands in the sand and were forming a mound and a ridge to one side. Showing them how to keep the sand moist, they built a wall around their imaginary house. Aaron and Chris ran up and started their own version of a fort with a flat wall, bridge, and gun turrets. 

Later, the tide was coming in and the waves crept closer to our construction site. Gene, Sara and Claire watched us from a higher vantage point with the babies, as the water, leveled our work. The boys, seeing the destruction, started jumping up and down on theirs and this action spilled over to the girl's project. I took a moment to calm down the rising emotions and tears.

Building in the sand was quickly forgotten and we walked up and down the beach searching. One of the toy buckets was soon filled with a variety of colorful seashells. We washed them off and toted them back to the grownups for their inspection. 

I took a break and reclined against a rock beside Gene as the kids went running down the beach in search of new adventure. Sara spoke, "Bob, you're great with kids, you really like them, don't you?"

"Just a kid at heart." I smile back. "At work I see too many children who don't have fun. They're too busy watching TV or, because of home circumstances, responsibility is shoved on them at an early age. All the fun of childhood is being robbed from them. They should be allowed to use their imaginations, to play 'make believe', have adventures with others their own age, and read stories." Looking around, I see their eyes on me. "I didn't mean to get on my 'hobby horse'. Got carried away I guess."

"If you like kids so much, how come you don't have any of your own?" Gene questioned.

"Humpph. Took a wrong turn in my life."

"What do you mean?" asked Claire.

"I'm a physician because I like children, the problem is, so much of my time in University and Med School was spent learning; an Intern works 20 hours out of 24. I'd be 'on call', have to work late. At the hospital, after Med School, most of the doctors didn't spend time with their wives or kids. That's not what I wanted; it wouldn't be fair to the family. I don't want my work to get in the way, and right now it would."

"You don't like being a doctor?"

"On the contrary, I enjoy it. When I started out, I had all these visions about helping others. I got my eyes opened up; it's all the other stuff that goes with it, keeps me from what I love most. Don't want to take on the responsibilities of a family, knowing I'm not able to give them what they need most; my time."

We're quiet for a while, watching the children running along the beach, barefoot. I smile, seeing the fun they are having. Turning to Gene, "This break had been very therapeutic, and being with you and the children is just what the doctor ordered. Should do this more often. Trouble is, you live so far away."




Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 02



"You could always move?" Then he added, "On second thought, I never liked you very much anyway."

I stuck my tongue out and he chuckled.

Time had come for us to pick up and take the long drive back. The kids complained, they wanted to stay longer, this was fun. I heard Amy ask her mom, "Can we come back here with daddy?"

"Maybe. Maybe sometime."

I wanted to cry for Claire and her kids. That husband of hers gave her the shaft and doesn't know what he's missing. If he were here, I'd slap him silly for being such a jerk.

The drive back went smoothly, and all the children took naps in the car, and were rearing to go once we drove into Gene's driveway. I was helping undo seatbelts and lifting little bodies out, Gene stops and watches a police officer exit from his cruiser and walk towards the house. Must be checking on someone in the neighborhood, I figure. The lunch box, toys and other items are carried into the house and I took time to help Aaron and Amy change into some clean clothes. Claire was busy changing Andrew's diaper, Gene walked into the room.

"Claire, the office wants to talk to you."

"SHIT." The expletive exploded from her mouth, she handed me Andrew after I'd gotten the others changed. "They're going to take my kids away."



Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 03



She brushed out her clothes, straightened her hair and tried to put on a pleasant face.

"Want me to come?" I asked.

She looked around and caught sight of the other two, tugging on some toy by the closet. Then looked at Andrew in my arms, cooing loudly. "I don't know what you can do." She stifled a cry.

She stood tall, and walked towards the door and outside, I followed behind with Andrew.

The officer was waiting and standing beside the suburban. We walked over and he introduced himself, Officer Mitchell of the Modesto PD.

"Ma'am, are you Claire Hanson from Kansas City?"

"Yes, I am."

"Do you have any identification?"

"Just a minute, let me get my purse." She returned to the house. 

I felt awkward and I introduced myself. "I'm Robert Woodward. I'm from Denver and traveled here with Mrs. Hanson. It's a vacation; her kids wanted to see the ocean."

"Is this her car?" 

"Yes, sir, it is. Mine is over there on the street."

He turned to look but didn't say anything. Claire had returned with her purse and extracted her driver's license.

"Ma'am, there's a bulletin out on this car." He points to her suburban. "I've been instructed, to identify you and give you this?" He'd reached into his folder and removed an envelope, sealed and with her name on the front. 

Clair's face is tense and her breathing is rapid and short, her skin is pale. She takes it from his extended hand.

"Your car was identified this morning and reported to our office. I was asked to wait and identify the owner and then give you the envelope."

Claire takes a breath, I see the deep emotional turmoil. Nothing's been said as to the nature of the envelope's contents, but to her mind, she knows it's about the children. Inserting a finger under the flap, she rips it open and extracts two pieces of folded paper.

From my vantage, I couldn't read but they looked like faxes. Claire slowly begins, her expression doesn't change, but her knees give out and she crumples to the ground.

Sara must have been watching from the house, for she is running out the door towards us. I handed her Andrew and hoist Claire into my arms. Officer Mitchell had retrieved the papers and Sara asked me to take her into the house. 

Gene had quickly moved things off the couch, giving room to lay her down. I propped her head up with pillows, removed her shoes and loosened her sweater and belt. Her eyes fluttered open, and she started crying, deep heart racking sobs. This woman was hurting. Officer Mitchell had followed inside, reading the papers.

"May I?" I asked, reaching for the documents.

He handed them over, I quickly browsed them. Most of the verbiage was official police language, but the jist indicated Barry Hanson had been shot and killed by a jealous husband. The second document was asking Claire to contact Kansas City PD to claim his personal effects.

Giving the papers to Sara, my attention returned to Claire. She clung to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shirt. It didn't take long for it to become wet. The children were standing in the hallway, watching. "Gene?" I asked. "The children?" I indicated with a nod of my head.

He took the hint, walking them to the back yard.

Sara had read the papers and could only utter, "Oh My God. Oh My Lord." She sat on the other side of Claire, holding Andrew and trying to comfort her at the same time. 

Claire's sobbing has not lessened, and become more erratic. Periods of deep crying from her chest, then quiet outbursts, and having problem breathing. She's profoundly wounded.

My arms encircle her drawing, close and seeking to offer comfort. Time passes and her sobs become more intermittent, then slow down … , eventually ceasing. She's exhausted herself, all her energy has been drained.

I'd been kneeling beside the couch; I moved to sit and placed her in my lap. She comes easily, no resistance, wanting to be held. 

"Ma'am," Officer Mitchell speaks, "I'm sorry. This isn't how our department handles these issues. I'm truly sorry for your loss." He shows himself out and I see him muttering something as he walks across the yard towards his cruiser.

"Sara, fetch my red medical kit from my room. Would you please?" Then I add, "And a glass of water."

She is gone for a couple minutes, and returns with my case and the water. "Claire, I'm giving you a sedative. It'll help you relax." The tablet is removed from the kit and she swallows it with the water and then leans her head against my shoulder.

The house is quiet as I carry her to the bedroom.  I hear the kids in the back yard, playing. I put a light blanket over her and sit on the edge of the bed. Emotionally she's bleeding, she needs to rest. A sob escapes from her lips, her eyes are red, her arms feel tense and her hands are clasped together.

"Claire, rest, relax. We'll take care of the kids. They'll be fine."

Softly I hum a song and observer the medication taking effect. In a few minutes, she's asleep. I sit with her a while longer, then close the door as I leave the room.

I find Sara outside with Gene, she's holding the two babies, and I take Andrew from her arms. "She'll sleep through the night. The rest will do her good."

"What are your plans?" Gene asks.

"To stay through tomorrow and leave the following morning, New Years Day."

"You're welcome to stay longer if you need. She didn't need this kind of a Christmas present."

"You know, I've seen a lot of misery through the hospital, but this woman, this family, have suffered so much. When will it end?"

"She needs a miracle."

"And I'm fresh out.

We're sitting there quietly, Aaron comes running and stops in front of me. "Bob, why was Momma crying?"

A quick glance at Gene, lets me know I won't receive any help from him. "She got some bad news, Aaron, and it made her cry."

"Will she be alright?"

"She wants to rest for now. So when we go in the house, we need to be extra quiet. Can you do that?"

He shakes his head and hurries off to play again. I'm thinking, 'These kids have lost their father, and don't even know it yet.'

I put Andrew on my shoulders, hang on to his hands and start prancing around the yard. He is squealing with delight, having a blast. This goes on for a minute and Gene puts his girl on his shoulders, joining us as we prance around.

Coming close, he asks, "What are your plans once you get back to Denver?"

"What do you mean?"

"Claire and the kids are going with you. What happens to them when you get there?"

"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it."

"You better think about it." Sara chimes in.

"I'd told her I'd help with Andrew and his heart condition. That's my plan."

"Well, where's she going to stay? Does she have a job? What about the older ones?" Gene mentioned

"I don't know.  I suppose I'd help her find an apartment and a job some place. Have to look around, pull some string, maybe."

"You may not know it, but you've already taken on their responsibility. You won't dump them, that's not like you, Bob." Sara added

She was right, that wasn't like me. And they were right; I had taken on their responsibility. I hadn't thought it out, and that 'really', wasn't like me.

Amy ran up to me, seeing Andrew on my shoulders. "Put me up. Put me up."

Sara walked over and lifted Andrew from my hands and I sat Amy in his place.

I stepped closer to Sara, leaned down and put Amy's face in hers. Sara gave her a kiss. Then it was off around the yard and Amy yelling encouragement to go faster, go faster. Aaron and Chris were playing with sticks in the corner. It looked like a fort, or something like that.

The sun was going down and a chill was in the air. We herded everyone inside and Sara prepared a 'finger' supper of Peanut Butter and Jelly, and in a short time, their faces were smeared and crumbs on the floor. What was amazing to me, these two families, the children, having been together for two days, were having fun. They had new friends to play with.

As Sara picked up the table, I used a wash cloth to wipe their hands. Checking Andrew's fingers, they were looking blue. This wasn't good, his blood need more oxygen.

"Something wrong?" Gene asked. He'd seen me examining the fingers.

"I'm afraid, he's turning blue. He needs more oxygen."

"Need any help?"

"Could you get the other two ready for bed. I'm going to get him ready and put the tubes on him. May have to sit up with him to keep them from coming off."

I gave him a quick bath, put a clean diaper on, pajamas and then in the crib next to Claire. The tubes were attached and adjusted them, but he wanted to play. Rolling him on his stomach, I rubbed his back to relax him then started a rhythmic patting of his bottom. He relaxed quickly and within 20 minutes was sleeping soundly.

Claire stirred and I checked on her. She was relaxed and sleeping peacefully. Her face was calm, I was glad for that. A tiny head peaked in the door. Aaron had his pajamas on and wanted to give me a good-night hug. I picked him up, hugging him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. Amy came in wanting the same attention, so she received one too. 

Sara appeared at the door. "Come on you two, climb into your beds." They scampered down the hallway and I heard them giggle with the other children.

"Do you have a stuffed chair we could pull in here? I want to keep a close eye on them."

"I think we can arrange that."

In a few minutes, Gene was sliding one of their chairs, from the living room, into the bedroom. "Want anything else?"

"Do you have an extra blanket?"

Sara had already thought of this, the blanket and pillow was in her hands as I turned around. "If you need anything, we're down the hall." She surprised me with a motherly hug. "They'll be fine. Try to get some sleep if you can."

The hallway light was left on and the door open a crack. Enough light shown in, I could see them both. Their breathing was deep and regular. I slipped into the chair, adjusted the blanket and pillow, relaxing.

The house was quiet and I dozed. Later I heard Andrew make some noises, but he was sleeping well. Claire had turned on her side, facing me. I watched her; the last two days she'd relaxed, except for the incident this afternoon. Her mothering abilities amazed me, she was always looking out for her three, finding ways to teach them new things, to ensure the best for them.

Sleep fell over me again and when I next woke, the moon was shining in the window, casting a pattern across the floor. Getting up, I checked the oxygen regulator for Andrew, adjusted it a bit and then pulled the covers around Claire. She had moved and they'd slipped. She stirred but didn't wake. My watch read 4:30.

I took the time to pray for them, asking the Lord to protect them and give them peace and contentment. They needed a miracle.

Sunlight was pouring through the window the next time I opened my eyes. Andrew was awake, Claire was smiling up at me. "You okay? You sleep well?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'm fine. How's Andrew?"

I checked on him, he was messy and I wrinkled my nose, Claire laughed. His color had returned to normal so I removed the tubes and disconnected the tank. Finding the diapers, I changed him before setting him on the floor. Holding on to the crib he walked around and stopped close to Claire. She reached out and took his hand and he finished moving towards her.

"He looks like you. Amy does too."

She had sat up in bed and pulled Andrew into her lap. I sat beside her. "Will you be okay after yesterday? You gave us a scare."

For a minute she played with Andrew's hands, the smile had left her face. "I don't miss him at all, not one little bit, but the kids will. When he came home, he'd play with them, if only for a minute. He was always chasing after other women, I couldn't please him. He beat me twice, because I asked where he'd been and what he'd been doing. I never asked him after that, and he never loved me either."

My hand reached up and pulled her hair away from her face, and back over her ear. "You were the best thing in his life and he never knew it."

She looked at me for a moment. I continued, "You'll have to tell them."

"What do I say?"

"Just say there was an accident and their father died. They won't need any more explanation than that."

Activity was heard in the hallway and Sara poked her head in the door. "You guys awake? There are two children wanting to come see their Mom."

The door was pushed open and Aaron and Amy rushed into the room and began to crawl up on Claire's lap. It was full. I attempted to stand up but she pulled me back.

Addressing them, "Aaron, Amy, I have to tell you something."

They paused and were looking into their Mother's face. "Your daddy's been in an accident."

"Was he hurt?" Aaron asked.

She paused, and pulled the two of them closer to her. "He's died. He won't be coming home any more."

Amy was wiggly and crawled around on Claire's lap. Aaron stood with his hands on her knees. This was hard, but they deserved to know. What he said next, caught us both off guard.

"Can Bob be our new Daddy?"

She choked, I coughed and we both looked at each other for a second. "Aaron, Bob's a friend and I'm sure he'll play with you when you want."

I picked him up, put him in my lap and ruffled his hair. "Hey, Champ, you're a pretty good boy. What do you want to play?"

"I want to play trains."

"Okay, today we play with your trains. Can Chris play with us too?"

He shook his head emphatically.

Amy wasn't about to be left out. "Can you play dolls with me and Becky?"

Putting my hand on her head, "We can do that too. You and Aaron go see if breakfast is ready. We can play afterwards, okay?"

Without a sound, they both jumped off our laps and scurried to the kitchen.

"Thanks," she said. "They both like you."

"I like them too. They also have a neat Mom. Come on, let me take Andrew, I want you to stand up. Doctor's orders."

Holding the baby, I extended my hand and she rose to her feet. The medication hadn't worn off; she was wobbly and latched on to my arm. "Easy does it. Put your arm around me. I'll walk you to the kitchen."

Slowly we moved in that direction where she gingerly placed her hands on the table before sitting. I handed her Andrew and reached for a jar of baby cereal, fetched a spoon and bib.

Sara was at the stove, flipping eggs and Gene came in carrying the baby and following the older children. There was a mad rush as they pushed and pulled at the chairs to sit up to the table. Gene scooted the chairs in, once they were situated. "How'd you sleep?" he asked Claire.

"Okay, I guess. Still a bit groggy."

Looking over her shoulder, Sara asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Stay around here and play with the kids. I made 'em a promise."

Gene shared a 'knowing' look with Sara, but I didn't see it; too busy helping Amy and Becky get situated at the table.

Breakfast had the usual clatter of sounds and voices. The four older children needed encouragement to eat, they had great plans to play trains and dolls with me, and they were excited.

The living room floor was cleared and the kids brought their toys. All morning I was on my hands and knees, building track, pushing trains, holding dolls, and having imaginary tea parties. All six were playing and I was the referee for a couple squabbles. 

Gene took time to do some yard work, Claire and Sara were never far apart. Occasionally they watched us play, other times they were in the kitchen or cleaning one of the bedrooms. The day passed quickly and in the evening we were in the living room. The toys had been picked up, furniture put back in place, supper over. Gene had rented a video and the children were watching the cartoon figures drift across the screen. At its conclusion, we scurried them off to bed, tucking them under the covers, and kissing them good night.

The four of us sat talking in the family room, TV was off and the children were quiet.

Gene broached the subject that was on his mind. "Bob, how long have you and Claire known each other?"

"Bout a week, I guess."

"You were having fun with her kids today. They could be your own."

I didn't see Claire's look towards him when I answered. "They're good kids, they really are. Yours are well behaved and all six get along well."

Claire spoke. "Hold on you two, where's this conversation going?"

I must have been dense, I thought it was an innocent comment, but Claire spotted something I'd missed.

"You two should get married." Sara said, getting the topic out in the open.

I was sitting with my mouth open and about to make some stupid remark when Gene jumped to Sara's rescue. "The way I see it, the two of you will eventually end up getting married in a year or so anyway. The problem, your kids." Speaking towards Claire, "You are an excellent mother, from what we've seen, and you've no way to support them. Andrew needs surgery and they all need a father. You have a soft spot in your heart for Bob, that's obvious. Now the kicker, you both agree it was God's timing to bring you together. To what end? We've already voiced our opinion and think you should hurry the process."

Without missing a beat, Sara looks at me, "Bob, you love those kids. You love them like they were your own and you're a natural father. In addition, they love you to pieces. When you get back to Denver, do you plan on leaving her and the children at the mercy of the government? I don't think so, that's not like you. You'll end up supporting them out of your own pocket…."

"Now wait…" Claire broke in.

"No, you wait," Sara refused to be stopped. Looking directly at me, "Yesterday, you treated Claire with tenderness. You didn't have to stay up with them all night, but you did. It was more than doctor - patient; you were concerned and wanted to spend the night."

Speaking for the first time, "It wouldn't be fair to them, I work long hours."

"Then find another job. They're more important anyway." Gene chimed in.

I didn't like the way this conversation was going. We were being boxed in, and looking at Claire, she was uncomfortable. Gene and Sara had said their speech, and the room was quiet, except for the clock ticking from the wall. Claire glanced at me and our eyes locked for a moment before we looked away.

On cue, Gene and Sara stood, "We've said our piece, now you two can talk. We're going to our room."

They were gone and Claire and I were left in an awkward silence, which stretched, then became 'damned' awkward. The first one to speak would 'put their foot into it' and I didn't want it to be me, but figure it would; or so I thought.

"I'm sorry, Bob. We certainly didn't mean to cause you trouble. I should have said 'No' when you asked to caravan together."

"I'm glad you said 'Yes'. These last few days have been some of the most relaxing, and it's with some of the most wonder people."

Quiet settles over us, neither one of us looking at the other.

"Claire, everything they said, is true. There's no way on God's green earth I'd allow you and the kids to be left to the mercy of government services."

"And then?" she asks.

"Events are moving in the direction where we get together; trouble is, we haven't taken time to develop a close relationship."

"You'd like to?"

"Yes, if you're willing?"

"I'm willing." She smiled.

Leaning over, I place my hand on her arm and kiss her. It was to be a quick kiss, but I linger; her arms go around my neck and pull us tighter. What started to be something short, developed into a passionate embrace; we both were hungry for it. 

"Thanks." She said, pulling apart. "I needed that."

Standing I pull her to her feet. "You need to get your beauty sleep. Tomorrow is a new day, new month and a new year. We'll be traveling and have to pack."




Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 03



We walked to her room and checked on Andrew. He was fine and I turned to leave, she placed her hands on my chest and kissed me again.

"Good night. I'll see you in the morning."

Moving towards the door, our hands held, and loosen as our fingers release, one at a time. I winked at her before I close the door and walk down the hall. 

Coming from the kitchen, Gene meets me. "How's Andrew?"

"He's doing great." I hesitate, "Gene, thanks, you've gotten Claire and me talking."

He chuckled. "Sara's playing matchmaker. Thing is, I agree with her. The Lord brought you two together and we think this was the purpose. She needs you, and you need her."

The morning comes and the house is a 'madhouse' as we pack our luggage and put things in the cars. Sara has cereal for breakfast and is feeding us in shifts; Claire and I are searching the house for lost toys and personal items, and then stuffing them in our suitcases. In the Suburban I run across a plastic bucket with sea shells. They're covered with sand and beginning to smell. I know Amy wants these, so take the time to carefully wash each one, dry them and return them to the bucket; which was stowed back under the seat.

The kids are buckled in their seats, Aaron is in my car, for this leg of our journey. I shake hands with Gene and give Sara a hug. Gene gives Claire a hug, followed by Sara and Claire holding on to each other. They'd developed a friendship which was real and honest.

"Will we see you again?" she asks Claire.

"I think you will. You'll see all of us."

They hug again and Sara looks over Claire's shoulder at me. "Bob, she's a 'keeper'."

"You're pushing."

"I know, but it's the right thing. The two of you need to get together. Besides I want to see my friend again."

"Sara," Claire spoke, "we're talking about it. You got us started, let US be the ones to see where this goes. Okay?"

"Okay. I get the hint."

We said our good-bye's and started the long trip back to Denver. I was in a hurry to get back home, there were several things I needed to accomplish, now that Claire and the kids were with me. We made it in a long two days. 

The kids were tired when we pulled up to my apartment. I unlocked the door and turned on the heat, returned to the car and helped bring the children and our luggage inside. The place would be rather small for the 5 of us. My plan was for her to stay with me for now, till we could talk things over and know what was best.

I gave her the bedroom and moved my stuff to the front closet. The crib could be set in the corner and the other two on a mat on the floor. I'd take the couch in the front room. Several items of furniture were moved around to accommodate the changes, and I was busy hanging items in the closet and thinking 'tomorrow could be interesting'.



Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 04



Even though the children were tired, it took a while to get them settled. For the past two weeks they'd been traveling and staying in strange places. My apartment was one, in the long list of different beds. The street sounds, ticking clock, and voices from outside were a few of the strange sounds they were hearing. Claire eventually got Andrew calmed down while I read a story to Aaron and Amy. It was 10:30 before we quietly closed the bedroom door and relaxed at the kitchen table.

I was brewing some coffee when she asked, "So what happens now?"

Setting the two steaming cups on the table and pulling out the creamer and sugar, "A larger apartment would be nice." I smiled.

She was silent, and then spoke. "How can I help?"

"Take care of the children and the apartment for now. Let's wait a few days, see how things set up. In the morning I'll talk to the apartment manager and see about upgrading to a two bedroom unit. I want a colleague to look at Andrew's heart."

"Bob, what about money? It's going to cost a bundle." Claire hold's her cup between her hands, blowing on it, cooling it down.

"I've a little bit put back into savings. Let's play it by ear and see how things go. If things become too tight, maybe you could apply for welfare, but we'll cross that bridge if necessary." Taking a sip, I nearly scald my mouth. "Ouch. That's hot."

She grinned. "Maybe I should do some of the cooking around here?"

"Don't rub it in. I've done alright batching it." Turning serious, "Bear with me, I haven't lived with anyone for quite a while; last time was in Med school."

"Will the kids be a problem?"

"Claire, I love your kids. I need to change gears and I'm looking forward to it, I really am."

Smiling, "They like you, Bob."

The coffee was cool enough and I began to drink. We were silent, lost in our thoughts, I glance up and see her watching. "Just to let you know, I can get cranky."

"Join the club." She laughed.

A 'quiet' settled over us; she looked awkward, and I felt awkward. Pressure had been applied by Gene and Sara to 'match' us. The children were the biggest reason and, I believed neither of us, could, or would, argue the importance of that point. The question I was asking, 'were she and I well-suited', and only time would tell. In the meantime, it created a tension between us, and living together applied additional strain. Carrying this scenario further, what would happen if we decided it wasn't in our interests to stay together; I wouldn't be able to dump them.

"Need your coffee warmed up?" I asked.

She shook her head. Our eyes caught for a moment, we knew the topic needed broached.

"Time to talk?"

"Um hum."

Taking a deep breath, I voiced my thoughts, she listened. "I'm feeling pressure for us to develop a relationship; I'm not against it, just don't like the pressure. The children should come 'first' and that's the thrust of my current actions. In the future, what would happen if we decided to go our own ways? Should that occur, we don't want anything, which would obligate the other."

Her smile showed a twinkle in her eyes, "So you don't like me, huh?"

"Nope, I don't." I said with a cheesy grin, teasing her.

With a sober look, "That pretty well sums up my feelings, too. Thanks for being open." She pauses, "Bob, what can I do? I feel you're doing everything for us and I want to contribute to this arrangement?"

"You will, I assure you, you will."

Our coffee's gone. "You want any more?" I ask.

"No. It's bed time. Andrew will be awake early." She picked up our mugs and put them in the sink, running water to rinse them out.

The main lights were turned off about 15 minutes later, leaving a small night light on in the bathroom. She slept in my bed and the children close by. I was on the lumpy couch, not the best, but serviceable.

The next sound I hear is Andrew crying. A check of my watch reads 6:35, time to 'rise and shine'. Claire is in the bathroom, I quickly change into some clean clothes and head to the kitchen. Not much in the way of food. Mentally I mark down to do grocery shopping after talking to the apartment manager. I locate a loaf of bread, couple eggs, some boxed cereal, and a can of frozen orange juice. Putting the coffee on to perk, I mix the OJ, and pull down the cereal. Have to eat it dry; because there's no milk. Bummer. 

Claire walks in, carrying Andrew, looks around and comments, "Not much here, is there?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Plan on a visit to the super market."

She busies herself, while I visit the 'little room' to wash up and shave. I'm finishing up as Aaron sticks his sleepy head out of the bedroom. "Come on 'big guy'"

He ambles over and I help him do his 'duty', before we walk to the kitchen.

The smell of fresh toast fills the air and I helped him sit in a chair. Claire had located a jar of jam and I spread some on a slice of toast, giving it to Aaron, he munches away contentedly. Amy, now awake and holding her doll, climbs sleepily into another chair.

Breakfast is soon over and Claire cleans up the table and marches the kids to the bedroom to get dressed. When the clock chimes 8 o'clock, I'm out the door and moving towards the front office. It takes 2 minutes and I greet the manager warmly.

"Morning, Bill, how's the wife? Did she get over the flu?"

"She's made a good recovery. Still a bit weak, but she's on the mend. The doctor's kept her on antibiotics to keep down a chance for re-infection. Otherwise, she's fine.  When did you get back from your vacation?  I kept an eye on the place while you were gone."

"Got back late last evening about 9:00 pm. Which brings me to my request. Do you have a two bedroom apartment? I'd like to upgrade."

He was sifting through his book, looking, "What do you need the upgrade for? None of my business, just curious."

"I've some friends staying with me for a while. Their youngest has a heart problem and I want him examined by a friend of mine. They'll likely be staying for several months, depending on the diagnosis." 

"How many friends?"

"Four; three are children."

He's flipping the pages, and then shakes his head. "No, I don't. They're all rented out. I've got another single, but it's in the other complex, over there. Or, here's a three bedroom. It's at the end of your hallway and on the other side."

"I can't afford a second single, or a three bedroom. My savings will be stretched thin."

He scratches his head. "If I had a place, how soon could you move?"

Thinking a moment, "Today, I suppose. That's a rush, but it could be done. Why?"

"Well, there was a young couple in here yesterday. They're getting married day after tomorrow and want a single apartment. They don't want just any place, they were adamant it be close to some friends of theirs. I didn't have anything at the time, but your current place would fit what they want."

"And?" I ask.

"You can have the 'three bedroom' for $20 over the price of a 'two bedroom', provided you can be out of your place by the end of today. I'd have to repaint and clean it for this new couple."

"$10 over, and you have a deal." I figure he wouldn't be able to rent the three bedroom place for at least two months, so this would be to his benefit.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose, grinned, and pulled some forms from a drawer. "Do I get a free physical?" He teased.

"If I were your Personal Physician." I joked back. I quickly filled out the forms and handed them back for his approval.

"I will need an extra month's rent in advance. Can't get around that, it's the owner's policy. Your current security deposit will transfer over; there's no charge for that."

Handing him my credit card, he runs it through his machine and hands the card back, along with the receipt.

"Here's the key. I'll get the electricity and gas turned on. You'll have to see about your phone, though. I will need the key for your current place by tonight."

"Is there anyone who can help move my heavy furniture?"

"Try 3B. There's some college fellows who may help for a few bucks." 

"Thanks Bill." I say, heading out his door. "You'll have my key by 5 pm."

That was a stroke of luck and it wasn't 9 am yet. Hurriedly I'm back in the apartment and am greeted by Aaron and Amy. Claire comes out of the bedroom holding Andrew. 

"I got us a larger apartment, three bedrooms, and it's just down the hall. We have to be out of here by the end of the day."

"You certainly move fast, don't you."

Together we walked down the hall and looked at the new place. It was large and would easily accommodate us; in fact I didn't have enough furniture to fill it. This was okay, it provided space for the children to play. 

Returning, I placed a call to the phone company, and since we would be in the same building, they'd have a technician make the change-over today. I called a local furniture shop and ordered three beds to be delivered that afternoon. 

Claire started moving individual items, I visited 3B and two men agreed to help move the larger items. By 11 am, all the furniture was moved, the closets cleaned out and only the kitchen items remained. I paid the two fellows, thanking them for their help. Claire was boxing the dishes and silverware while I swept out the rooms. Aaron and Amy were making silly noises, listening to the sounds echo and reverberate through the apartment.

It was one o'clock when the door was closed for the last time, and locked. The kids were fussy and tired. We'd given them a jelly sandwich earlier but they were still hungry. I dropped the keys off and we made a bee-line to McDonalds. This was followed with a trip to the super-market where I paid for two heaping grocery carts of food, household and personal items.

Back at our new 'digs', Claire put the children down for a late afternoon nap while I unload the bags of groceries and stow them in the cupboards. The last of the baby food is placed on the shelf when I feel a hand on my arm, turning; Claire is there, her arms around me and her head on my shoulder. I envelop her, my hands holding her head and running through her hair.

"Thank you." I hear her whisper.

Neither of us moves, savoring the moment; the contact is sweet and comforting.

After a while, she pulls back and I look into her eyes. "That could be come addictive." I reply.

"That's the idea. I haven't been held like that in a long time; I've missed the closeness."

"With him?" I ask.

"No. I don't miss him." Her smile didn't fade, but the softness in her eyes disappeared.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door, it was the phone technician. The change-over had been made, he wanted to test the phone which took all of two minutes, and then he was gone.

A short while later, the phone rang, and we were informed the beds would be delivered shortly. The truck arrived and the men set one in my room and leaving the other two unassembled because the children were still sleeping.

After they left, I placed a call, dialing the number and received a recording. Hanging up, I dialed a second number; Mark picked up on the 4th ring.

"Mark, this is Bob Woodward." Pause. "Don't give me that, you wouldn't know which end of a scalpel to use either." Pause. "What do you mean, what have I been doing? I work for a living, not like some of you specialists at the hospital." Long pause. "Yeah, right. I've seen you chase those nurses down the hallway. You always pick out the pretty ones." Laughing. "I know, I know. Greet your wife for me. Will you?"

"Mark, I need to ask you a favor, a big one. I'm going to need some strings pulled at the hospital too." Pause. "If you can do this for me, I'll owe you big time."

"I have a friend with a small child, under a year. This boy has a hole between the Ventricles and the Tricuspid valve is malformed. I'd like a full work-up ASAP. Here's the kicker, no charges." Pause. "Don't give me that crap. You've done this before. Remember the Bartley case a year ago?" Pause. "Your memory's slipping." Long pause. "Use your seniority on the 'board'. Surely there's something you can do?" Pause. "Get Greer involved. He'll help out. I'll put a good word in for you." Pause. "Ha Ha. Come on, you can do this." Pause.

"Thanks, Mark. When can you do it? The sooner the better." Pause. "That's marvelous. We'll be there. See you then." Pause. "White knight? My armor rusted long time ago." Pause. "Okay, Tomorrow then. Bye."

Turning to Claire, "You heard?"

"Um hum. What did he say?" Her voice was shaking.

"He'll see Andrew tomorrow afternoon. He's doing this as a favor and he's the best heart specialist in the area."

She backed up and sat in a chair, her face in her hands, and cried. I was puzzled, until I lifted her chin and saw the smile on her face. She was crying for joy, she was happy. I pulled her to her feet and put my arms around her. She mumbled something in my shirt, which I didn't hear.

"What did you say?"

"God's Angles are busy this time of year. Sometimes He uses regular people." She was smiling brightly, having repeating the words I'd told her several days ago.

I brush the tears from her cheeks and kiss her gently. This time there are no interruptions, we sat in the 'stuffed' chair, with her in my lap, her arms around my neck and mine encircle her. Mostly we hold each other, occasionally we kiss; it's a time of softness and tenderness. Time gets away and Amy poked her head from the doorway, then ran to her mom's lap. She was included with us, squirming around.

"Sounds like supper time." Claire spoke, hearing Andrew cry out.

All three were soon up and we spent the evening cooking, then eating supper, and playing with toys. The late naps made for a late night; we crawled into our beds near midnight.

I let them sleep, in the morning and slipped quietly out of the apartment, driving to work, I wanted to talk to my boss. The sky was clear, wind brisk, and the temperature hovering near 25 F. Traffic was heavy, but this morning I was in no hurry. Before Christmas, the pressure from work had been tremendous and the ten days vacation had relieved that burden.

The parking lot is nearly full but I find a space at the far end, in a few moments I'm inside, greeting one and all. Everyone wanted to know how my vacation went and where I'd gone. I've been the facilities 'eligible bachelor' since I started here and when word leaks that I've taken a family under my care, the 'gossip mill' will be in full swing. Guess they'll know soon enough, I'd be sharing everything with Sue, and she'll ensure others are told.

A quick rap on Sue's door and I hear her voice, bidding me to enter.

"Hi, Bob. Good to see you. You really look rested. Did you have a nice trip?"

"Morning Sue. California was nice, and it was good to visit with Gene and his family. The time was very relaxing."

"That's good. You're back early, you're not scheduled to work till day after tomorrow."

She was fishing, wanting to know my reasons to talk, but not directly asking.

I took a deep breath, "I've taken on some additional responsibility since we last talked."

"You found a girlfriend while you were gone?" she teased.

"No," I say, pausing to drawing it out. "I've acquired a family."

"You're joking?" She didn't believe me.

"No, I'm not joking."

She looked at me with a questioning look. "Who are they?"

I quickly give an overview of how we'd met, the trip to California, the medical problem, the appointment with Mark and my intention to get Andrew help.

"That's why I need to talk to you. Can you help me with my schedule? I may need some time off to assist Claire and Andrew."

"I'm sure we can work something out. Once you find out what's needed, we can adjust the schedule. Please keep me informed, especially after Mark's examination."

We talked a while longer and I gave additional details, Sue listened.

"You know how this'll look? You, the most eligible bachelor, now have a family." She laughed.

"Yeah, I know. Can't help it; rumors will spread." Joking with her, "As soon as I leave, you'll be telling everyone, won't you?"

"Now Bob, would 'I' do that?" She said in mock innocence.

All joking aside, we confirmed I'd return to work on the day after tomorrow. Finishing our conversation, I slipped out and headed home.  Questions about the future flashed through my mind, and I didn't have answers. 'Was I taking on too much, too soon? What about Andrew, what would happen to him? Could I financially support them?' I needed to check on my bank account.

Andrew was crawling across the floor towards Amy as I entered the door. Aaron had a book, thumbing the pages. I stepped into my room to examine my bank statement to see where I stood. Claire was in the midst of putting things away. My clothes had been nicely hung, boxes of personal items unpacked and placed on the wall, bookcase, and shelves.

I strode to my dresser and opened the drawer where I keep my checks and other papers. They weren't there; must be in the other drawer. I opened it and found nothing akin to financial information, only socks and underwear. Normally, I'm meticulous with my bank records, yet they weren't here; so where were they?

"What are you looking for?"

"My financial papers. They were right here."

"Oh, I put them in this cupboard. Your dresser is for your clothes …"

I'm ticked, and in one step, stand before the cupboard, opening the drawer. Everything is tidy, but the checks are not in order, the bank statements are out of sequence, I can't find the binder with my work sheets, and my investment portfolio is … where is it?

"CLAIRE, what have you done?" I say with a raised tone.

"I'm trying to organize everything." She says defensively.

"Well, DON'T TOUCH my financial stuff." I yell.

"I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP." She shouts back at me.

"IT TOOK A WEEK TO ORGANIZE IT." Raising my voice more.

"DON'T SHOUT AT ME. I didn't do anything wrong"

Anger was in my voice, disgust was in my mood, my arms were tense, my stomach tight. I interlocked my fingers, placed them on my head and turned to walk out of the room. With two steps I was at the door, but stopped in mid stride. There were three tiny pairs of eyes watching me. Andrew was crawling towards a plastic toy, his head was turned looking at me. Aaron still had the book in his lap but his mouth was open and his eyes wide. Amy was not two steps from me, clutching her doll, and backing hurriedly as I'd been moving towards her. 

In a flash, those financial papers meant nothing, they no longer had significance. The important things were, the three children watching, and the woman behind me. My hands were lowered, two deep breaths were taken, and I turned to face Claire. Her face was flushed, fists clenched and her eyes defiant.

"Claire?" I say softly.

The intensity of her look fades, and I raised my hands, palms outwards, fingers spread. "I'm sorry." I add.

Her fingers unclenched and her color returns to normal, but she waits, it's still my move.

"I had no call to yell at you like that. Forgive me, I'm sorry."

She doesn't move except to fold her arms for a moment, and then dropped them to her sides again.

"I warned you, I get cranky." 

The corners of her mouth turned up as she remembered our talk from the other night. Her eyes have softened and I catch a sparkle in them again.

"I'm so very sorry." I say again. "I'm tense, tight. I …"

In a flash she's in my arms. "Bob, I shouldn't have touched your things without asking. I was only trying to help."

"I know you were. It's not your fault. It's mine."

We stood there with our arms around each other, and then we felt two sets of hands pulling on us. Aaron and Amy are standing, holding to my trousers and Claire's skirt. Andrew is busy crawling towards us, as fast as he could. I bent down to pick up the two older ones, Claire scooped up Andrew and together we hug each other.




Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 04



They'd witnessed the two grownups in their lives have a fight. It was more important that they see us 'making up'; if we'd any differences, these had to be patched so the kids could feel secure. 



Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 05



With time on my hands, Claire and I spent the remainder of the morning playing with the kids on the living room floor. At noon, we ate a quick lunch and piled into her suburban for the appointment with Mark.

His heart clinic was a light tan brick building, originally an office complex, but having been converted into his medical facility. Three other specialists had joined him and they had a thriving practice, well known and respected by all. When I'd been in med school, Mark was the attending physician for a patient in the wing, where I worked. We'd struck up a growing friendship, it was his recommendation and support which helped me through my medical boards.

The receptionist was bright and cheery, smiling as us. She handed us a stack of forms, and I was glad we'd come early. Tedious as they were, the one which took the longest was Andrew's medical history. Claire was scratching her head to remember things from his birth and other events since then.

The nurse called for Andrew, and Claire carried him to the examination room, I stayed with the older two, they played in the children's section, while I browsed a magazine. Time dragged and the two were tired, they'd missed their afternoon nap. Amy handed me a story book, Aaron climbed into my lap and both listened contentedly while I read the story of some adventuresome puppies. Finishing, Aaron jumped down and snatched up another book, encouraging me to read more, which I did. This one was about a little train and his escapades in the train yard; I read it through twice. 

Amy was wiggly, when I asked if she had to go 'potty', she slipped off my lap and tugged on my hands. Not wanting to leave Aaron alone, I took them both. Returning to our seats, Amy asks, "Where's mommy?"

"She's with Andrew, back in one of those rooms." 

Amy was tired, rubbing her eyes; I picked her up and gently rocked her on my lap. She was asleep within minutes, her doll cuddled in her arms. Aaron is clingy and I suggest he lay on the carpet beside me, which he does. He fiddles with the chair for about ten minutes, and then he's asleep too.

Glancing at my watch, it reads 4:06, still no sign of Mark or Claire. All of the other patients have gone and the clinic staff is busy with paperwork and phone calls. At the present moment, I'd traded my doctors hat for one who was responsible for these children and I wasn't complaining, not one bit.

4:48 when I saw Mark appear in the hall. He was talking to one of the nurses when he looks up and spies me. He motioned to me, I placed Amy over one shoulder, reaching down, I lifted Aaron to the other. They stir and wake up, but settle back in my arms, dozing again.

"You have your hands full, I see." Mark comments.

I smile, but don't say anything.

"She back in room #3, waiting. Go on back, I'll be there shortly and we can talk."

It takes a minute, I'm seated beside Claire, and she's holding Andrew. "How is he?" I ask.

"He's still doped up. They put him out and stuck this thing down his throat. Haven't been told anything yet."

"I just saw Mark, said he'll be back in a couple minutes."

She reached out and brushed the hair away from Amy's face. Her eyes fluttered open, she reached out touching her mom's hand. Claire leaned over, kissing Amy on the cheek. Being this close, she moved a couple inches, kissing me full on the mouth and I kissed her back.

Mark stepped in the doorway at just that moment, saw us and loudly clears his throat. "Ahem. All right you two. This is a doctor's office, not the love boat." He grins.

Claire blushes, but I know Mark. He's a big tease, and enjoys giving me a good ribbing. I figure this won't be the last time I hear about it, either.

Putting his doctor face back on, he stepped forward and checked Andrew. "He's coming round. When you get home, let him eat, then put him down for the night, should sleep soundly."

Mark sat on the examination table, facing us. "The good news, you have a very healthy boy there. He's strong and his weight is good. The bad news, as you know, is his heart. Andrew has two issues, one is a small hole between his ventricles. This can happen in newborns, and as they grow, the hole closes normally. Andrew's hasn't. By itself, we'd watch it and it would close naturally over the course of a few months. 

The problem which troubles me is his Tricuspid valve hasn't formed properly and it's leaking; there's regurgitation. That's why he turns blue, not getting enough oxygen."

"What's it mean, Doctor? What's this all mean?"

Mark pulled down a chart of the heart, a diagram, showing the chambers, valves, and connecting arteries. Briefly he outlined the normal flow of blood. Then he showed what would happen when the valve didn't close, and the blood moved backwards, his body would starve for oxygen.

He stopped and we waited.

Turning to Claire, "As he grows, his body will need more and more oxygen, but his heart won't be able to provide; it'll work harder, grow larger. At some point, he'll become a prime candidate for congestive heart failure."

"What's your recommendation?" I ask.

"I'd like to do a 'heart Catheterization'. That means inserting a tube into an artery in his leg, to closer examine his heart from the inside. At this time, I'm fairly confident on what we'll find; it'll be necessary for surgery to repair the valve and to close the hole."

He looked at Claire before continuing. "It's not an emergency, but the sooner it's performed, the quicker he can resume a normal life."

"Following valve surgery, what's your prognosis?" I raise the question.

"He can have a normal live, maybe not with high contact sports, but otherwise he'll have a healthy life. He'll be on medication for the rest of his life and require monthly blood tests."

"Why the medicine and the blood tests?" Claire inquired.

"His heart valve's not repairable; he needs an artificial valve. It'll work normally and there's a very high success rate. Because the device isn't biological, blood clots can form, therefore, the medication, to thin out his blood and prevent clotting around the valve. The level of medication has to be closely monitored."

His explanation detailed the surgical procedures, potential risks, hospital stay, and recovery period. Claire asks the questions and Mark outlines his answers. 

At the conclusion, "The decision's yours. What do you want to do?"

"When could you do it?"

"We can check with my scheduling nurse, but probably 3 or 4 weeks. The Cath can be scheduled, directly followed by surgery OR the surgery can be done at a later time."

Andrew begins to cry as he was waking up. His throat is sore and his voice is subdued. She patted his back and adjusted his position on her shoulder.

"Let's do it at the same time." she answers his question.

This doctor's visit was brought to a close, and Claire, carrying Andrew and escorting the older two, stopped by the scheduling nurse, to make the appointment. Mark pulled me aside, "What's with you and her?"

Quickly I give an overview of the events from the past two weeks; the meeting, the trip, the medical emergency, loss of her husband, and her staying with me.

He whistled, "You have been busy."

"Will the hospital pick up the tab?"

"Working on it. Greer figures it's doable and he's handling the details. He'll know in a week or two. The test results from today will help strengthen his case to the hospital board."

"You're probably wondering about her and me." I volunteer, looking towards Clair, "We've no personal commitment. But there's the family I've taken responsibility. I can't ignore them."

Mark chuckled. "All physicians with families wrestle with their personal lives. How much time to devote to the 'profession of healing' and to how juggle time with a family. Here's my two cents, if you plan on a commitment with her, do it soon. If you're not, then find a way to cut her loose. If it's the latter, don't burn your bridges, because you may have to cross them when you go in the other direction." 

I'd known Mark for several years, he wasn't meddling, he was being brutally honest.

Looking towards the front, he adds, "There's a lady up there with three kids. Go take care of her."

He gave me a pat on the back and together we walked to the front; Claire was waiting.

By the time we left the clinic, Andrew was extremely fussy. Back inside the apartment, she set about changing him and I was in the kitchen, looking to start supper. Aaron and Amy were awake, hungry and grumpy. They'd been playing in the other room; I was busy putting something on the stove, when I heard loud voices and Amy crying. 

Stepping around the corner, Aaron had her doll, fiddling with it in the corner and Amy was sitting cross-legged on the floor, wailing at the top of her lungs, wanting it back. He, for what ever reason, had forcibly taken the doll. I stepped in as mediator and pulled him back towards Amy and asked him to return her doll. He stood there, ignoring me. 

"Aaron, give Amy her doll."

Silence. Amy was watching, her crying diminished.

"Give the doll back to her, Aaron."

His demeanor radiates defiance, and he stands there, adamantly refusing.

As a child, I'd been taught that disobedience merited swift punishment. With that in mind, I gave Aaron a stiff swat on his bottom. "Aaron, give her doll back." I demanded with a stern voice.

His eyes opened wide in surprise, he dropped the doll beside Amy and moved to sulk in the corner. At that moment I see Claire, holding Andrew, watching me, and her face was full of anger. She said nothing, but sparks flew from her gaze.

I made certain Amy had her doll, which she snuggled in her arms; I scooped up Aaron, sat in a chair and put him in my lap. He may have thought I'd swat him again, for he held himself rigid. "Aaron, that's Amy's doll, you shouldn't take it from her."

He listened but said nothing, Claire watched from the far side of the room, fire in her eyes.

"Do you know why I swatted your bottom?"

He remains silent.

"Aaron, why did I spank you?"

He had relaxed a bit, but his body was tight. "I took Amy's doll."

"No, that's not why I swatted you."

He looked at me for the first time since this began, a big 'Why' was on his face.

"I'd asked you to give the doll back, but you didn't listen. I spanked you because you didn't obey."

With that, I wrapped my arms around him, giving a hug, and a kiss on the forehead.

"You can go play now."

He jumped off my lap, but stood there. "Why did you spank me and give me a hug?" he asked.

I laughed. "Aaron, I hugged you because I love you. The spanking was because you did something wrong. I like YOU, but I didn't like what you did. Do you understand?"

He shook his head, and then sped off towards his mom, who'd been watching the entire time. From her look, I knew we'd talk about this later and for that, I was glad.

She and I worked together to cook supper. Not much conversation passed between us and her attitude towards me was cold. The evening was awkward and our relationship was stilted, things certainly weren't the best. After we'd eaten, she read to them and I was left to wash the dishes. The task didn't bother me, I was troubled at being excluded. 

Eventually, she put the children in bed and we were alone. Knowing a discussion was coming, I'd brewed up some coffee and had a steaming cup ready. She sat and I slid it across to her. She picked it up, holding it in her hands and our eyes locked.

"Don't you EVER discipline my children again." She said sternly.

At first I said nothing, then commented, "If you're gone from the apartment, say ... the laundry room, and I catch Aaron yanking Amy's hair, you don't want me to do anything? I'm to watch?"

"Well, I ..." She stopped … , then continued. "They are MY children, NOT yours."

"Yes, they are and you have wonderful kids. However, this is my apartment and they DO fall under my care."

"You will NOT spank my children."

"How should I …? 

"We could leave."

"Yes you could." I know she won't; she knows she won't; and she knows I know she wouldn't. I smile.

She was trying not to, but a smile crept to her lips.

"Want to discuss how we'll form a united front when it comes to disciplining them? They should learn that the two of us are working from the same set of rules."

She rolled this around in her mind for a minute. "But, what …" Her attitude softened, a sigh escaped her lips. "Okay."

For the next hour we talked and discussed ways, rules, and guidelines for handling the children. A list was drawn up which set the boundaries and the extent to which we'll act. Both of us give in a little, it was not completely to my liking, nor was it hers, either, but with the end result, we were in agreement. In addition, we talked about giving Aaron and Amy responsibilities for each day. Things like putting the toys away, picking up clothes, helping with other household chores. Together we formed the rules that would govern the household and how we'd react when handling the children.

Not only did we come to an agreement about the children, lines of communication were opened between us which was drawing us closer. I wondered how far this would go, but now wasn't the time to consider that; that would come later.

The evening ended with us in much better spirits than when it had started. "I'm sorry for being so angry with you."

"I'm sorry for being so upset earlier this morning." I confess.

The coffee was gone and I stood to wash. Her hands found mine and we spent a moment together, I kiss her softly.

"Thanks. I needed that." She responded.

Shortly after, she went to her room, and I slipped into my bed.

In the morning, the temperature hovered close to 30 F and the sun was shining, with a few clouds. She and the kids were antsy, so we headed for the mall; nothing was planned, only to spend the time away from the apartment. We browsed the stores, ate ice cream, and visited a movie theater. 

The afternoon was warmer, so a visit to the park was in order, after lunch. Nap time passed and Claire figured to put them to bed early, that evening. After the children had been tucked into bed, she commented, "Your entire vacation has been spent with my children. Do you wish it were otherwise?"

"Yes, I do wish it otherwise. I wish it could've been two vacations, instead of one. As far as spending it with your kids, nothing could've been more enjoyable."

All she said was, "Thank you." But the smile brightened her face.

The next day I returned to work and the news of Claire and the kids had preceded me. Only it had become a rumor of me shacking up with a girlfriend who had children. Initially I attempted to correct the false premise, but this became tiring; in the end it was easier to let the rumors stand.

I surprised Claire on two different occasions. The first time I ordered a huge, I mean HUGE, bouquet of roses. I was out running some errands and spied a floral shop. I stopped and placed the order and knowing she'd be at the apartment, I asked they deliver immediately, which they agreed. It was late that evening before I returned home. Opening the door presented me with a view of the arrangement, centered on the table. 

Claire was running, making a bee line for me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smothered me with kisses. "Thank you."

She'd never received flowers before. She'd heard of others, but this was her first time.

The second time I surprised her, took a bit more planning. I'd called Mark and asked his wife, 'Who would she recommend for babysitting?' A name and number was received, I placed the call and Maria was free for the coming Friday evening; I gave a time and directions. Claire hadn't been told, this would be a surprise.

"What would you like for supper?" she asked. Andrew was wandering from room to room, not quite walking, but almost. Aaron had the train set, making 'Choo Choo' sounds and Amy had the tea set on the table before her three dolls.

"I'd like to have a steak dinner with you at the Golden Bull restaurant." 

"Bob, be real. What would you like me to make?"

"Tonight, nothing. I want to take you out. Just the two of us."

"That may be what you want, but it's not possible. Do you want lasagna or my famous meat loaf, you're always raving about?"

"Claire, go dress up. I'm taking you to the Golden Bull this evening."

"The kids, Bob?"

"I have a babysitter, she'll be here shortly. You and I are going out tonight."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Absolutely."

Her face was awash with emotions. She wanted to smile, but feared it were a mistake. She was happy but concerned about leaving the children. She wanted to cry but didn't want the kids to see.

"Go change. The children will be fine." I smiled.

She turned and skipped to her room, she became a high school girl who'd been asked to the prom.

Maria arrived and I introduced her to the children, giving instructions on bed times, what they were permitted to do, what they could eat, how to contact us in an emergency, and the medical necessities for Andrew. She settled in quickly by reading a story, the kids gathered round and were right at home.

Exiting her room, Claire was stunning. She wore a beautiful dress, heels, a sweater draped over her arm, her hair was nicely done, and the biggest smile. Tonight I'd treat her like a princess. I pulled out a small package, giving it to her. She was surprised by the corsage; I pinned in on.

She kissed each child, I helped her with her coat, and we were out the door. It was good to see her smile, it made her look beautiful.

At the restaurant I gave my name, they had the table waiting and I escorted her. We were seated and drinks ordered. The music was quietly playing and the candle, burning in the holder gave a soft light which highlighted her face.

We chatted and I gently swung the conversation so she'd talk about herself. 

Born in Raytown, Missouri, outside of Kansas City, her Dad skipped town, leaving her Mom, caring for four children, to fend for themselves. Claire was the youngest and her older siblings, by more than 6 years, left the home at the earliest possible moment. It was in Jr. High School she developed a close friendship with Renee, who was active in the band and encouraged Claire to join, which she did. While banging on the bass drum wasn't glamorous, the concerts and road trips to competitions were always fun. The two girls were inseparable, going everywhere and doing everything together. Not being athletic, Claire was pretty and made it on the Cheerleading squad while Renee took a position on the girls' basketball team.

During her Junior year, her Mom found a new boyfriend, a sailor stationed in San Diego, and they left for California. Claire didn't want to leave her friends, and jumped at the chance, when Renee's family opened their home. Her mom sent her a card that Christmas, but since then, she'd heard nothing. Claire became the sister who Renee never had, sharing clothes, trying new hair styles, using makeup, but mostly, they talked about boys.

Renee's crush on Ron, the class President, kept them busy conspiring ways to meet him in physics class or to 'accidentally' bump into him in the hallway. He never asked her out, but she was always dreaming. Claire, being on the Cheerleading squad, met Barry in their Senior year and the two dated regularly. Prom was the crowning event before graduation. Renee's date was Roger, and it was only natural for Claire and Barry to double with them.

When school was over, Claire had no plans; Barry asked her to marry him and with nothing better, she said 'Yes.' She and Renee had drifted apart, particularly after Aaron was born. Barry found work with a construction firm, but this was summer work and by late fall he'd been laid off. The two argued, mostly about money; that was when she noticed he stayed out late, coming home drunk. Their relationship went quickly downhill and deteriorated completely when he beat her half to death; she was carrying Amy then, and almost lost her in a miscarriage. 




Do Miracles Happen? Ch. 05



From that time, Barry never hid the fact he was 'hitting' on other women. He even bragged about his conquests, particularly if they were married. One day, after Andrew was 7 months, he came home early, threw some clothes into an old back pack, slung it over his shoulder and was gone. He'd said "I'm leaving," and disappeared, she never saw him again. Two months after, Claire had packed up the Suburban, took the children and headed west.

The waiter having taken our order earlier, brought our dinners, steaming hot and juicy steaks. We were quiet, slowly chewing our food. The sparkle had disappeared from her eyes while she spoke of her past. I was hoping to put it back, she deserved an enjoyable evening. We traded small talk after the meal, decided to forego desert and left the restaurant. 

"The evening is still young." 

"Bob, where are we going?"

"Dancing."

"I don't know how to dance."

"You went to your High School Prom."

"Yes, but I couldn't dance. I don't know how."

"Good, then you can teach me."

"Bob!" she pleaded. "You're serious aren't you?"

"I certainly am. The last time I was on a dance floor was 6th grade music class."

I'd located a local establishment from browsing the phone book and we pulled into the parking lot. Entering, the band was playing from the stage and the floor was busy with couples, dancing to the tune. We found a table near the side wall and watched for a while.

"Come on." I extended my hand.

She accepted it and together we found a place by the edge of the crowd. I opened my arms and held her; together we swayed to the music. At first we were very conscious of our feet, but this passed and the mood swept over us. She was an exciting woman and I took pleasure in holding her.

The tunes changed to a faster beat and we changed the dance. It was more fun learning, we joked with each other and struck up a friendship with another couple. We traded partners a few times, but mostly Claire and I danced with each other.

Time sure flies when you're having fun. We were and it was.

The number of patrons was thinning when we slipped out the door. The wind took a chill and I wrapped her coat around her. "You interested in having some desert now?" I asked. 

"I'd like that."

I found a place with late hours and we sat at a booth. She ordered the lemon meringue pie; I took the apple pie ala mode.

"Why did you plan this evening?'

"A couple reasons. You're tied to the children and need a break. I thought this would be something you'd like."

"Yes, I have, thank you. It's been most enjoyable. We made a fool of ourselves dancing, but it was lots of fun."

A pause settles over our conversation and I clean up the last of the pie.

"And?"

And what?" I ask.

"You said there were two reasons for tonight."

"And the second reason?"

"Uh hum."

"I'm courting a beautiful woman who has three children I simply adore."

"Are you courting this woman, or because she has the three children?"

"I'd ask her out even if she didn't have any children."

"Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's said in a long time."

The trip home, in silence, was made without incident. Walking to the door, I stopped before turning the lock. "What now?" she asked.

"I'd like to kiss my date 'good night'."

Without hesitation she was in my arms, we embraced warmly. "You're correct, this could be contagious." And she kissed me again.

For three weeks we lived quietly, she cared for the children and I worked through the day, coming home evening to play with the kids. They'd come to expect it, and everyday we did something different.

The day for Andrew's procedure arrived; Sue gave me time off. I'd arranged for Maria to watch the older children while Claire and I took him to the hospital. He was prepped and we stayed with him till it was time, they put him under and we waited. The Cath would take an hour, the 'valve replacement' would be another three. To a mother, waiting for her child, this would be an eternity.

We waited through the first part, being told the findings by one of the attending doctors. The valve was calcified and had torn in two placed; this information had been expected and the surgery would correct the defects. 

Claire was tense, tight; she was worried about her baby. "Come on," I encourage. "Let's walk."

Together we strolled through the halls of the hospital, took time to browse the gift shop, and visited the front lobby, watching folks as they passed. Time passed slowly and we talked.

"You should get a bite to eat." I persuaded

"Okay."

The hospital cafeteria was only for medical staff, but my connections allowed us in. I got her a coffee and a Danish, which she nibbled. Physically she was beside me, talking; but emotionally her heart was upstairs with Andrew. She was 'willing' the doctors to heal her son. She was praying he would be returned to her in full health. The love of a mother is strong; the love of this mother was extraordinary.

It was time and we returned to the waiting room, where we waited some more.

Twenty-five minutes later, Mark came through the door, Claire spotted him first and was on her feet in an flash.

"Andrew's fine. He's in Post-Op and will wake up shortly. Then he'll be moved to ICU and you can see him there. Everything went well, he should make a full recovery."

Claire put her hands to her face as tears coursed down her cheeks. She was happy, they were tears of joy. "When can I see him?"

"We'll call you when he's moved to ICU, maybe 30 minutes. He came through just fine."

"Thank you doctor. Thank you."

Mark turned and was gone. In a natural move, Claire turned towards me, stepped close and placed her hands on my chest. I enfolded her with my arms, she cried happily. It was 20 minutes and we were ushered into the ICU. He was being monitored closely, a tube down his throat, several from his stomach, and one sticking from his leg. His eyes were closed but the nurse said he was awake, Claire should talk to him.

Touching his arm she spoke his name and he responded to the sound of her voice, moving slightly. She kissed him gently on the forehead and whispered to him. I sat with them for a couple hours, Claire would be staying the night and I returned home.

Eight days later, she carried Andrew home. Aaron and Amy gathered round to view their brother, they had to be gentle. He wasn't able to walk or crawl, his incision would heal but it would be weeks before he regained his strength. Claire gently laid him on the floor, with blankets to prevent him from rolling. He cried from the discomfort but settled down when given a bottle.

I was busy putting our coats into the closet, Claire was sorting Andrew's clothes, she stood and I turned, she was right there. Our eyes meet, her lips are in a smile. We were so close and it was natural for me to reach for her waist and pull us together. We kiss. No, that's wrong, WE KISS.

Aaron sees us in the clinch and tugs on my trousers. "Bob, are you going to be my daddy?" Claire and I step back, laughing; my eyes meet hers briefly, before I kneel beside him.

"That's possible, Aaron. That's possible." I wrap my arms around his small frame and give him a fatherly embrace. Amy isn't to be left out and I use one arm for her. Right then, those kids become mine.  There's no way in the world I'd let anything happen to them; and I want to be their father.

Speaking to them both, "Aaron, Amy, do you want me to be your new daddy?"

There's no hesitation; Aaron says 'Yes' and Amy shakes her head affirmatively.

"Well, for that to happen, your Momma has to say 'Yes' too. Do you think she will?"

Two tiny faces turn upwards and look at their Mom. I chose to watch the kids. She places her hand on my shoulder and squats beside me, looking at her children. "Tell Bob, 'Yes'. He can be your daddy."

Four tiny arms reach up to enfold me. Then her two arms encircle us all. Claire gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear. "That was sneaky. Sneaky, but appreciated. Yes, I'll marry you."

My hands were full of two squirming kids and one lovely woman. We'd have stayed like this longer but Andrew was crying, he needed changed.

CONCLUSION

Day by day, Andrew regained his strength, weeks passed before he was comfortable on his tummy and it was longer, before he took to crawling again. The pain and discomfort on the sternum, where he'd been cut open, was a bit much.  Both Claire and I rejoiced because his bouts of 'blue' fingers were gone; his skin brightened to a healthy pink.

She and I made plans to be married over Easter weekend. Andrew was walking by that time and getting into most things, as toddlers do. The older two were included in the ceremony and Claire was the most beautiful bride in town. Mark and his wife took care of the children while we were gone for a few days, but then, how many couples take their kids on a honeymoon? Returning, we settled into our apartment and Aaron, Amy, and Andrew became my children, and we couldn't have been happier.

Do Miracles Happen? Well, if you're ever driving through Denver, please stop by and visit. We'd be glad to set an extra place at the table. We'd tell you when God's Angels were busy, and He sent an ordinary man to rescue a damsel. Yes, we know miracles happen; we experienced one, and participated in it first hand.