His mom was fifteen. He was born early by her. She then offered him for adoption. He had heart arrhythmia, asthma, and damaged voice chords that prevented him from speaking. The severe demands of his care caused him to go from foster home to foster home before being placed with adoptive parents. He was often taken to the emergency room because of breathing and cardiac problems. Physicians warned them that he might not have long to live due to his precarious health. The boy was prayed for by a neighbor. His adoptive parents were shocked when his health started to deteriorate because they were undoubtedly not religious. Medics referred to it as a miracle. She weighed 7 pounds, 14 ounces at birth on May 15, 2014, at 8:40 a.m. In her own way, Miriam Elizabeth Cox was a miracle. Her cord was truly as long as a skipping rope and was knotted twice, wrapped around her neck twice, and wiggled and swirled so much inside her mother’s womb. Her parents are quite fortunate to have her in good health. It was Father’s Day 2014 when I devoted Miriam. I know miracles exist, so I believe in them. If you speak with James, Mark, Gabby, or Miriam, they will tell you that a miracle saved their lives.
