I'm too pragmatic, too grounded. But then I stopped myself. I reconsidered this story and the journey of our extended family. Different realities, oftentimes peculiar and inexplicable, punctuated this experience. Each time, the progress defied the prognosis.
Miracles happen over there, to other people.
But we could explain it, not necessarily in terms of logic and science, but in terms of logic and love. We presented one human being with the most caring, stimulating, exciting, accepting and loving environment we could create. We tickled him, teased him, invited him to join us. Suddenly, I felt closer to understanding what I hadn't written in my notes. Thea helping, Bryn, at twelve, assuming a role as teacher, Raun, at five, leading another child out of the darkness which had once enveloped him.