Educated

a veil, and you can’t see the asphalt, or the fields or rivers; you can’t see
anything except billows of white. Somehow, skidding through snow and
sleet, they made it to town but the hospital there was rural, unequipped to
care for such a faint whimper of life. The doctors said they had to get him to
McKay-Dee in Ogden as soon as possible, there was no time. He could not
go by chopper because of the blizzard, so the doctors sent him in an
ambulance. In fact they sent two ambulances, a second in case the first
succumbed to the storm.
Many months would pass, and countless surgeries would be performed,
before Shawn and Emily would bring home the little twig of flesh that I was
told was my nephew. By then he was out of danger, but the doctors said his
lungs might never develop fully. He might always be frail.
Dad said God had orchestrated the birth just as He had orchestrated the
explosion. Mother echoed him, adding that God had placed a veil over her
eyes so she wouldn’t stop the contractions. “Peter was supposed to come into
the world this way,” she said. “He is a gift from God, and God gives His gifts
in whatever way He chooses.”