The Miracle of James

How often do we pass a special needs child or adult on the street with their family helping them and our hearts go out to them. Many times we donate to charities associated with their medical or mental condition. But how often do we think about the lives of the families that live with this special needs person. My story is about my brother who was injured at birth resulting in hydrocephalus, for which there was no cure in 1949, causing total paralysis and remaining 100% dependent on my mom and dad and his sisters and me for his daily survival. A story of how all our lives centered on his happiness, and what was required of the family to keep him alive for 54 years. A story of how while living flat on his back he never had a bed sore, never aspirated when being fed his daily meals by spoon, and never cried after his baby brother was born and brought home from the hospital and laid on his belly. A story of how he affected all those who came in contact with him and held his velvety hand and left feeling peace, comfort and hope. A story of dedication by his parents, who had the financial means to do what they wanted and go where they wanted and passed it all up to care for their son. It is a story of miracles. It is my story of the Miracle of James