Where we were, no dream was possible. Even with a young, pregnant wife, we had to leave. The boat ride was grotesque, the mass of us all suspended in hell. We stumbled onto the shore and must have walked for hours we couldn’t count, hoping only for a place we could belong. Finally a bright light directed us to a ramshackle barn, and we settled into the hay.
The baby came soon after, miraculously healthy. A baby boy, welcomed by two chickens, a cow and a mangy rat. Three men, a father and two teenage sons, heard the baby’s cries and searched us out. They nodded, left and soon returned with blankets, water and fragrant soap.
This is our story. Our child was, for us, a savior; because the birth of any child is a hope to save the world.
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