There was a column in the LA Times, years ago, written by a former abortion doctor. He had firmly believed that the right to choose trumped all. A couple came in, and wanted to abort, as the unexpected pregnancy would ‘interfere’ with their upcoming trip to Europe. The ‘procedure’ was scheduled for a Friday afternoon, but the equipment broke down. The doc rescheduled them to come in, first thing, Monday morning. The couple called back on Monday, had a change of heart, over the weekend, and were going to keep the baby.
Flash forward, five years. The doc took his young son to the country club pool. The boy was shy, introverted, and had a very difficult time, making friends. Another boy, the same age, came up to him, and asked him to play. After a short time, they became buddies, and even though it was long past time for the doc to leave, he stayed, exhilarated, as he watched this boy work magic, previously unseen, with his own son. Finally, the new pal’s father, called him out of the pool. The new friend said “’goodbye, hope to see you here, next week”. When the boy went to his parents, the doc had a hint of recognition; he realized that they were the couple who had canceled the abortion, years previously, and that the boy was the “embryo” who was slated to be discarded.
He closed down his clinic, the following week.
That is a great story! A miracle or 3 in that tale.