The day Timmy was born, Seven years ago, was a day of joy that resurrected from sadness like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Little boy, almost lost, almost gone, beat the odds, heart beat strengthened, until the doctors knew the worst was over and the best was yet to come.
Now, he’s seven and rambunctious and as healthy and happy as can be. He doesn’t remember how close to death he was, but every time I look at him, I do. I see that helpless little baby struggling for a breath, struggling to live as all of us hoped.
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yes, this is real. He is my sweet nephew and he is an amazing little boy. I love him dearly!
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Oh...is this real? It's very sad, deep, heartbreaking. Yet in the same time a beautiful story of hope. Deffinately we have to believe in the saying "Hope dies last"
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