“The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I was seven days old my parents had to bring me back to the hospital. I was listless and my breathing was shallow. Over the next few days I continued to deteriorate. After a prolonged investigation, the doctors were left with a mountain of negative test results and no ideas as to what was making me sick. The decision was made to conduct exploratory surgery if I didn’t turn the corner by nightfall.
According to my parents, my clinical picture began to improve twenty minutes before the doctors were scheduled to wheel me back to the operating room. They canceled the surgery and over the next few hours my condition improved. Puzzled but pleased, my parents took me home from the hospital.