It was a cold harsh November day in the winter of 1985 … rather it was commonly
referred to as the Blizzard of 85’ A very pregnant wife and quite concerned husband
were very impetuously penetrating towering snow banks and the associated drifts
through seemingly narrower and narrower streets as they made their way toward Appleton Medical center in Appleton, Wisconsin. The matter was quite serious, for her
water had broken quite some time ago and her contractions were very close together.
Some of the roads seemed impassable, yet they somehow managed to press on in the
blue GMC pickup truck. The ballast of weighty sand over the rear axle used for traction,
did not seem nearly enough for today’s adventure. One final hurdle … the parking lot
entrance to the hospital had been plowed shut. Accelerator down and vehicle pointed
straight towards the fresh snow bank, they skid their way towards the emergency
room without a second thought, nearly getting stuck.
After a quick inspection, the attending ER staff quickly noted that the wife was in no
condition to walk to the delivery room. They forced her to sit in a wheel chair. She
protested … informing the staff that “ he’s coming ” and decided to prop her body
weight up using her elbows, with a few bruises and very sore arms to prove it later. As
the couple took a seemingly everlasting ride up the elevator little did they realize how
quickly time would soon pass. Very soon after, a new life entered the world. That was
me.
Love is not self- seeking (1 Cor. 13:5). It is affirmed in word but displayed by action.
The love of a mother for her children extends beyond mere affection. Her sacrifice is
what sets her apart. " Thanks Mom" is not nearly enough to express my gratitude for
her dedication and determination from day one ... and this is just the beginning of many
people who have taught me love.
