The last day of 1999, we had a curve ball thrown at us: We were going to have a baby. Medical specialists had told us years before that we'd probably never have any more kids after our first and only child, Rachel.
On Aug. 9, 2000, Andrew Olshine came into the world. It was a glorious time for all of us. Then 12 hours later, the doctor came into the birthing room fumbling around with the unexpected words "Andrew might have Down's syndrome."
We fell apart. Hit to the gut!
Two years later, my wife had thyroid cancer. Punch!
The hits kept on coming. First, my dad died. Then my step-dad. Then my aunt and uncle. What does one do when life seems cruel?
These heartaches can come at us fast and furious, usually without warning. We think, "It is so unfair. Why is God allowing this? Why me? How am I going to respond to this life-shaking event?''
