Gratitude

At birth, unable to breath, Errol clung to the thin edge of life. As our infant boy was rushed to the Neo-natal ICU at Baptist Hospital, we were bundled into a small conference room to meet his cardiologist. Errol was nine hours old. The cardiologist explained Errol’s heart problems: no right ventricle, bad valves, little oxygen getting to the lungs. It seemed hopeless. I imagined that Errol just had minutes to live. I asked the doctor if there was anything we could do.

“Oh, of course” he nonchalantly replied, “We can fix him.”

When we got home from the hospital we were overwhelmed by the level of care we had to provide Errol just to keep him alive: medicines, oxygen, therapies. After an exhausting week, we got a call from The Children’s Center for the Physically Disabled where we went to explain Errol’s problems to the school intake team.

“No problem” The principal said, “he can start next week.”

A year ago we were on the porch talking to our neighbor, Eddie. He asked what prompted Cary to start a business, which led to a story about how Errol’s medical bills had put us in a deep, dark hole.

In that conversation, Seeds of Love for Errol was planted.

When you have everything to lose, you have the most to gain. We are so grateful for the overwhelming love we have received. Our hearts are filled with gratitude every morning, every day, every night.