Hmmm. Not to be unduly critical, but, as the father of ten, six living, you can probably guess that, while I understand the humor angle, that comment falls rather flat in my presence.
As background I should mention that my harrowing adventures have included a considerable amount of time in the Intensive Care Nursery at our local hospital where I have seen some of the most precious treasures on Earth drift beyond all mankind's ability to preserve their frail lives. The ICN nursing staff have constitutions of iron; were I forced to work in that environment; subject repeatedly to the stark reality that the fullness of human effort stands so often naked and helpless to save "the least of these," I would have been consigned to an asylum as a blithering madman many long years ago. As it is, I am forever scarred by my own brief excursions beyond all hope.
The Day of Justice will be a fine day, indeed.
I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just...
I apologize (but, then again, you didn't see this kid).
I worked for three years in a children's hospital and I understand your sentiment. It was quite different to make decisions regarding whether the hospital had appropriate consent for surgery when I was standing in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, or in PICU, than sitting at a desk near the top of a office building downtown. The burnout factor for NICU and PICU nurses was incredibly high, as it was for nurses working on the cancer unit. I had many days where I finished addressing some issues then rushed home to hug my kids.
But this child didn't have a defect. He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
Saw this yesterday, and the news release came out today.
These guys are signing your song:
http://www.planetaryresources.com/