"Do you know much about your birth?" Dr. Dawson asks carefully.

"Not really. Before I came to Nashville, Noni gave me the papers where she adopted me." I studied the doctor's face, wondering what all he knew. "Past that, pretty much nada. I was too shocked to ask, and she didn't want to put too much on me."

Dr. Dawson started to tell his story and it was almost like I was there. Well there right now seeing it for myself. "It would have probably been frowned on at some hospitals, but Connie and I were dating. In fact, I was planning on asking her to marry me. We were actually out on a date when we passed a car that was broken down and a man was frantically passing back and forth and two scared little boys were sitting beside the car crying. We pulled over and as it turned out the man's wife was in the back seat crying and in labor. We rushed her to my apartment nearby where I had some emergency supplies and we delivered a healthy baby boy."

"What does all this have to do with me?" I begged to know.

"I'm getting there." Dr. Dawson replied, patting my arm. "The woman thought she was just carrying one baby, since she was still early in her pregnancy. Actually there were two. But the boy stayed in front of the girl, almost like protecting her. As I said the boy came out fine and the mother didn't really fully grasp what was going on. So Connie and I counted it as a blessing when she didn't know that she birthed another baby that came out dead. Or so we thought."

"Me?" I croaked out.

He nods, and then continues. "I took the lady in for some check ups. I was off duty, so I didn't get any information about her." He lowered his head, "When I returned to my apartment, where Connie had stayed to clean up she met me at the door with you in her arms. She told me how she had picked you up and was carrying you, rubbing and praying when you had your first cry. Your heart had stilled at birth, but by only a miracle God breathed life back into you. He had made you for a purpose and wasn't about to be done with you yet."

"But what about my birth family? Didn't they want me?" My heart felt brittle, ready to break at any second.

Dr. Dawson smiles at me. "They didn't know. By the time we had raced to hospital, they were gone. We had taken her to a different hospital than where Connie and I worked, so they refused to give us any information. We searched and never could find them. They practically vanished into thin air. So after much prayer and searching, Connie decided to move back to Pennsylvania and raise you there. It's an amazing act of God that brought you here. Because I think there's someone you are going want to meet."

He walked over to the door and swung it open to reveal several people standing there. "Meet part of your biological family, Britt Sadowski."