A calling is not some carefully

crafted plan. It’s what’s left

when the plan goes horribly

wrong.

One June evening in 2000, Eric Miller skipped a

company meeting to watch his five-year-old son play T-ball.
During the game, he and his wife Nancy noticed their little
Garrett was having problems placing the ball on the tee and
couldn’t seem to balance properly. Concerned, they took
him to the doctor, who immediately ordered a CT scan.
When the Millers were asked to wait in what medical
professionals call “the quiet room,” Eric knew something
was wrong. As a nurse, he was well acquainted with the
purpose of that room. It was where people went to receive
bad, sometimes horrible, news. The time was six in the

evening.^1
By 11:30, Garrett was admitted to Children’s Hospital in
Denver, Colorado, and immediately sent into surgery. The
next morning, on June 24, a golf-ball-sized tumor was