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Subject: Fw: The smell of rain
Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 05:23:46 -0500
From: "Robert W. Beck" <rwbjbeck@uslink.net>
To: <Undisclosed-Recipient:@netapp.USlink.net;>

> Thought you might likr to read this one,  I cleaned up all the forward
> on it and regrouped the paragraphs for you.....
> The Smell of Rain
> A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor
> walked into the hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from
> surgery,her husband David held her hand. That afternoon, complications had
> forced
> Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver
> the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and
> only one pound and nine ounces, they knew she was perilously premature.
> Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's
> going
> to make it," he said. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live
> through
> the night, and even then, her future could be a very cruel one."
> Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the
> devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would
> never walk; she would never talk; she would probably be blind; she would
> certainly
> be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete
> mental retardation; and on and on.
> "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David with their 5 year-old son
> Dustin, had dreamed of the day they would become a family of four.
> Now, in a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. "David said that
> needed to talk about making funeral arrangements," Diana remembers, "I
> so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me, but
> I just couldn't listen." I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way!
> don't care what the doctors say. Danae is not going to die! One day she
> be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"
> Danae clung to life with the help of every medical machine and marvel her
> miniature body could endure but as those first days passed, a new agony
> in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was
> essentially "raw," the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her
> discomfort - so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against
> chests. All they could do was to pray that God would stay close to their
> precious little girl.
> As the weeks went by, she slowly gained weight and strength. When Danae
> turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her. Two months
> though doctors continued to warn that her chances of survival-much less
> living a normal life-were next to zero, Danae went home, just as her
> mother had predicted.
> Five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl. She shows no
> signs of any mental or physical impairments. But this happy ending is far
> from the end of her story. One blistering summer afternoon, Danae was
> sitting in her mother's lap watching her brother's baseball team practice.
> As always,
> Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother. Hugging her arms across her
> chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?"
> Detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells
> like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her
> thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells
> like
> Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
> Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then hopped down to play. Her
> words confirmed what the Blessing family had known all along. During the
> first two months of life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to
> touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest, and it is His loving scent
> that she remembers so well.
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