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  • Nervously I strolled into the doctors office. I chuckled to myself trying to ease my nerves. It's not often a person goes to the doctor and hopes there is something wrong with them, I thought. I've certainly never heard of anyone praying something was wrong with them. But in my strange little world this was the case and I wanted nothing more than that doctor to give me some bad news. My mind flashed back to a few months prior....
    So many times I heard her silently crying in the bathroom, though I never dared to go in. How could I? I could never understand and I'm not going to pretend to have the words. I knew when she was crying, even if I was miles away because I felt the sudden pain in my heart. I hesitated in sharing good news with her because even though I knew she would be genuinely happy for our friends a part of her-the part a man will NEVER understand-lost a little bit more faith. One day I walked past the bathroom in our new home and I heard her crying. Gently I knocked on the door and entered. I sat on the floor and listened to her, which was all I could do and, quite frankly, all I should do. Let it be me, I thought. Let it be me.
    I got the doctors results and although I'm catholic I'm not exactly sure if what I'm about to write is what many practicing catholics or religious people want to read, but God answered my prayers. There was indeed something wrong with me!
    My wife and I struggled to have a kid. God gave women the ability to make life, or at least the parts to do so if they choose to, and my wife and I wanted to do so. So if this wasn't going to happen, there had to be something wrong with me. I was terrified that my wife would feel guilty or less of a woman if we couldn't have a child, and I never wanted her to feel that way.
    That day, after thanking God, I prayed for something else. That prayer came true too!
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