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  • Because of my bad eyesight I cannot drive. I know most taxi drivers in town, because they bring me to where I need to get nearly every day.

    Just now I had a new chauffeur. He works every night until 4 in the morning, he told me, then he sleeps for 4 hours. Afterwards he spends time with his children, who all attend school in the afternoon. He had three children, he told me, but since a few years he has four.

    " My mother is a midwife," he explained,"One day she threw her trash out and saw something moving in another trash bag. She went close, took the moving bag, opened it and found a thrown - away baby in there. The baby was tiny, one that had been born premature, his eyes were bloodshot, somebody had beaten the tiny thing up. The baby was breathing rapidly. My mother recognized that this tiny human - being was fighting death. She brought the baby to the hospital, where the little boy was put into intensive care. His lungs were bleeding, his kidneys in bad shape, they put tubes into him and placed him into an incubator. My mother had called my wife and me and asked us to adopt the baby. But all the doctors shook their heads, this child would die any moment, we should not nourish any hopes. But the boy did not die, he did not get better, but he neither did he get worse. For thirty days we visited the child in its incubator every day, we prayed. On the 26th day I had a dream in the short hours that I sleep. In that dream I heard a voice that said "If you will love this baby, I will let him live, if not, I will take him with me. I answered that we would love the baby - boy."

    "The following day when we reached the hospital one of the doctors came and exclaimed," A true miracle has happened, today the baby has drunk milk and his heartbeat is stabilizing. He is getting better!""

    Not long after my taxi driver and his wife took the baby home, the hospital helped with all the necessary documents for the adoption.

    "Today my youngest son - we named him David - is a nearly 4 - year - old boy, he is healthy and lively and very, very smart."

    What a beautiful story to hear at the end of my day today!

    Art by Kiki ("Our Very Special Baby")

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