The Ryan Scion
There’s a lot of flux going on around me, and I have found myself in a topsy-turvy world. Perhaps, it’s all like birthing pains – a lot of discomfort and work to bring a beautiful new creation about.

My sister-in-law gave birth last week. It never surprises me how miraculous it is. All the hopes of the world can rest on this infant. John Patrick “Jack” could find the curse for cancer. He could make the breakthrough in the search for the unified field theory. He could be an Olympic sprinter in 2024. He could save the world.
I take that back, he is saving the world, now. He embodies the optimism that we all need to survive. Just over eight pounds, he produces a force greater than gravity. He can move the human heart to believe again.
There is love in the world. There is peace on this earth. There is hope.
I’ve only been able to see him once – within 12 hours of his birth – since I have a head cold. However, I got to hold this tiny person, watch his chest rise and fall as he breathed. This wonder does not cease to amaze me.
I’ve watched the flurry of activity that this little boy has conjured, just simply through his existence. Jack is a joy and a curious baby. When he hears someone speak, he will turn his head to look toward the location that the voice in coming from. It is surprising to see him in action.
We all take for granted the ability to speak, to talk, to walk, to understand, and we get to watch an infant to learn everything that we can do. This is all new to Jack, and we get to share in his discovery. Jack grounds us to see what really matters: love, life, family.
I can’t be more proud of an uncle. I unconditionally love this little guy.
In the middle of the melancholy of the world, a newborn like Jack is our touchstone to a brighter light.
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My friend, your mastery of the English language never ceases to amaze me, and you somehow managed to bring a tear to my eye with your prose.