Never ones to accept failure easily, my parents went full throttle into their plan. They worked both morning and night for almost a year trying to bring into fruition what they wanted. It was the worst year of their life. They had never failed at anything. And even with all of the brilliance, the genius they had, nothing was working. They prayed to God daily and still nothing. And when the doctors told them that their chances were floating somewhere around twenty percent, they really began to despair. What if they failed?
No. There was no ‘what if’. This is what they were put on this earth to do. This was their destiny. They were going to trust in their Lord and saviour that it just wasn’t time. And, as it always seemed to happen in their life, about three months later, they received the answer to their prayers. I’ve come to the realisation that their life was just full of perfectly timed coincidences. There’s just no way they could be on the brink of despair only for them to get what they want. What are the odds of everything that you pray for coming true? All the time. It’s just uncanny.
So they are both sitting waiting to hear what they already know. They have no doubt that this will succeed even though the odds are still stacked against them. They are willing to tempt technology and put full faith in their ability to beat the odds. And boy were they difficult to beat.
In and out of the hospital for months. Lots of blood loss. Near death experiences. And pain. So much pain I can’t even begin to describe just how painful it was. Yet onward and forward they went. They documented every bit of it including their prayers during the rough times. And their over-optimism during the bad times. This day by day vlog of their journey went viral. They had millions of followers. There was coughing of blood some days—very phlegmy and sometimes even with bits of skin.
The doctors tried to tell my parents it was killing them. But they refused to do anything against their beliefs even if it would save a life. Namely my mother’s. The weeks started to roll into each other as things got worse and worse until finally, the day came. It was a clear day as my mom, firmly believing she would live even though everyone told her she would not, was rushed to the hospital. A fighter my mom was, and a believer my dad was, and together they were going to will survival into existence. Crazy. But if anyone could do it, it would be them.
There was a lot of screaming, a lot of blood. A few times my mom passed out, and she cried the entire nine hours and eleven minutes of it. And then it happened. She blacked out, and the hospital room got frantic. My mom went into a coma and was still losing blood. This was most definitely the end. My dad just put the camera on the tripod and took her hand believing firmly that she would live. Didn’t even shed a tear.
It was four days before my mother woke up. She was in so much pain that she cried out before even opening her eyes. Tubes were running out from everywhere. The doctors informed her that her heart stopped twice. But the third time they managed to stabilise her. She looked at her husband and nodded. To them, it was never an option that she wouldn’t make it. And I can say I do believe they willed her survival into existence. But that’s partly because I refuse to say that God himself had anything to do with it.
Once she had gained enough strength to sit up on her own, she finally saw the fruits of her labour. She took it into her arms and saw the one thing she knew she was meant to do. Create. Bring forth. Be fruitful and multiply. A precious baby boy. Ezekiel Amos Robinson. Yes, I know you thought it would be me. But I’m not coming for a while yet still. This is my older brother. The miracle child. The miracle birth. He’s the special one. Even though this is my story, he’s still the one that deserves the title of greatest human being ever. And not our parents.
They gave him two Bible names because they’re weird like that. At least they didn’t give him a bible name and a famous scholar’s name. That would’ve been pushing it just a tad bit too far. But so it is. So it was done. And so it was documented for the entire world to see. Consider their fame bumping up a few notches. The story of how they looked death in the face and won was inspirational. It was unheard of. Some people thought they were bat-shit crazy and should’ve aborted the child. Others lauded them for not taking a life. And then there were those who found the topic of killing someone to save yourself worthy of intellectual debate in and out the classrooms.
I wish I could’ve been there to see my brother as a baby. Unknowing of the role he would ultimately play in my life. In the life of the world. Greatness had been born. And my parents knew this from the moment they set eyes on him. And so they set about grooming him into that greatness, in the only way that they knew how. By commanding force and unbending will. The results were all that they expected but not what you might expect. Not at all.
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