We’re a little bit geeky. Don’t judge. We were on our way back to the hotel from dinner, jamming along to the radio (okay, not really, but pretend) when DJ Delilah came on, taking dedications like she does. We may or may not have been all set to sigh melodramatically at the stories of love and longing that so frequently accompany such programs (or maybe not, I haven’t listened to dedication programs since I was in junior high), when we surprised by the following phenomenal story, which has been abridged by my faulty memory.
Lady: I just want to dedicate a song to the parents of my little newborn baby boy.
Delilah: Congratulations. What is his name, when was he born?
Lady: His name is Jack and he was born January 25th.
Delilah: Do you know his parents? Is this an open adoption?
Lady: It’s kind of an open adoption. We don’t know much about his parents, but we did meet them when they put him into our arms.
Delilah: Were his parents young? Were they unable to care for him?
Lady: No, they weren’t young. His parents were in their thirties, but the mother is addicted to heroine and his father was . . .unable to care for him. I actually met the mother on accident just a few days before he was born.
Delilah: Met her by accident? How did that happen?
Lady: Well, I was just walking down the street and I saw her sitting on sidewalk, and I just couldn’t pass her by. I don’t like to pass homeless people without giving them something, and she was hungry and pregnant, so I took her to lunch. We were talking and she didn’t know how she was going to take care of the baby or what she was going to do, so I referred her to a friend of mine in social services, and she got in contact with her. A few days later I got a call saying she wanted me to have her baby. The baby was born just three days after that and they put him in our arms when he was six days old.
Delilah: That doesn’t sound like an accident to me. That sounds like God putting you in the right place at the right time. That’s what I call that. Let’s get you a song for your brave little man and his parents who were so caring to give him to you.
Fade to “You’ll Be in My Heart” by Phil Collins.
And after Micah and I picked our jaws off the floor and I wiped the tears from my eyes (or would have, if I’d let myself cry), I said, “I hope you don’t think I’m too geeky for wanting to blog about this.”