This is the most detailed MRI scan of an unborn baby.
At just 20 weeks, she is moving, turning her head, kicking—even standing. Her beating heart is also visible.
Children are a gift from God.
"I am a man. See me as a human being—not a birth defect, not a syndrome. I don’t need to be eradicated."
Frank Stephens pleads for the humanization of people with Down syndrome, studies suggest 67-90% are aborted in the United States due to faulty prenatal screenings.
It is perilously possible to make our conceptions of God like molten lead poured into a specially designed mould, and when it is cold and hard we fling it at the heads of the religious people who don’t agree with us.
-Oswald Chambers
The little girl asked if I could be her daddy until she dies... but I refused.
I refused because "until she dies" wasn't nearly long enough.
Seven years old. Stage four. Abandoned in room 432. When I walked in—58 years old, covered in ink, beard to my chest, and smelling like exhaust—I was just a stranger with a picture book. But when she looked at me through those tubes and asked, "Will you be my daddy until I die?" the world stopped.
I told her I’d probably mess it up. She told me I could practice on her.
The "experts" gave her six months. They didn't account for the Defenders Motorcycle Club. They didn't account for 25 Harleys roaring into a hospital parking lot with stuffed animals strapped to the sissy bars. They didn't account for a rough old biker humming Johnny Cash while a dying girl slept on his chest.
The doctors call it "significant regression." They say they can't explain why the tumors shrank.
I can. It’s been eight years since that day. Amara didn't die. She grew up. Today, she’s fifteen, cancer-free, and wears a leather vest that says "Daddy’s Girl" while she rides on the back of my bike.
I didn't become her father until she died. I became her father for life.
Because some things aren't measured in months. Some things are forever.
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