My son, Ethan, is seven years old now.
He loves pancakes, dinosaurs, music, and hugging everyone he meets.
And every year on his birthday, I think about the nurse who ran after me in the parking lot.
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One sentence from a stranger gave me the courage to go back.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she had arrived thirty seconds later.
Then Ethan runs into my arms laughing.
And I stop wondering.
Because the most important thing I ever did wasn’t signing those papers.
It was going back and tearing them up.
