I took a trip down memory lane when I dug these photos out of an album. I say in my profile that every child has their own story and Cody sure has his. Cody was born in an impoverished third world country. He was born with spina bifida and hydrocephalus and no medical care. He wasn't even born in a hospital. Cody was found abandoned when he was 15 months old and brought to an orphanage where I had been a missionary. He was brought to die in peace. I wouldn't buy it. Nobody had given this child a chance. I took him to a pediatric surgeon. The doctor's prognosis was grim. He said he would not live through the surgeries that he needed. He said that if he did, he would never be able to do normal everyday activities like holding his head up and feeding himself. He said he was already mentally challenged. But God seemed to be telling me something else. I proceeded with adopting him. At least giving him a chance to have a family. God is amazing and knows infinitely more than me. Cody did survive the surgeries. Just 7 months later, he was climbing, crawling, feeding himself and learning to stand. Gosh that was 12 years ago! Where does the time go?