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...is a manager for a local pizza place. Earlier today she needed to help some of the folks making pizza deliveries because apparently in our city no one cooks on Christmas Eve.

She was quite irate that she had to take a large delivery to a section of our national state park on this wet, windy, gloomy day. She texted me to make sure I was aware of her feelings about this.

About 45 minutes later she calls me while I am working (she knows not to do this unless she is bleeding to death or she is dead). I answered the phone and all I heard was sobbing. I collected my composure (I was in a room with a patient who was getting chest compressions as he was dying). Finally, she said, "Mom, I pulled up by the amphitheater at the park...a little boy (about 6 years old) came running to my car...I thought he was flagging me down for the delivery. He shouted, "I have got to tell you somethin', lady...it is the best Christmas EVER....I got adopted today!"

She could barely find the folks who ordered the pizzas through her tears.

I had to take a step back from the bed of my patient as I watched the nurses try and restore life to him to no avail. I decided to share this phone call with this elite medical team. As this young man entered a new plane through his transition, this young boy has been given a new life with a loving and warm family.

Miracles happen.

Merry Christmas.