
How is it possible to have too much of a good thing?
I don’t know, but this summer it certainly seems that it’s true.
My 88 year old Dad was in the hospital for an overnight stay to investigate the source of pain and discomfort he was feeling when the tests came back with a malignant tumor diagnosis.
All my childhood I loved playing with little toy cars– the cheap ones made out of five inches of molded plastic. My neighbor Cathy and I would play for hours with them, making roads in the dirt with our hands until our hands were raw and caked with red dirt. It only took one summer rain shower to obliterate our little homemade town of highways, streets, and driveways, but we were always eager to get back out there the next day and make new ones. When I was playing cars, I was driving those cars in my mind.
My brother, Dr. Mike Sims, has served as a family practice physician in Columbus, Georgia since the mid-1970’s. For many years his practice included obstetrics– the delivery of babies. Mike often expressed to me how much he enjoyed participating with God in the divine miracle of birth. Mike has always been pro-life and has never wavered. Obstetrics only strengthened his conviction that life begins at conception.
Sadly, sometimes even the best of care and the most effective medicines cannot prevent miscarriages. In the early 1980’s my brother was in the midst of a one of those crisis moments with a young expectant mother, when something absolutely unexpected occurred. Here is the incredible story.