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Chapter 8 - Show Me What it Means to Love

Isabella quietly laid back the covers and carefully climbed out of bed so she wouldn’t wake up Nathan on an early Saturday morning. He had worked late at the hospital the night before, so she figured he would be sleeping for a while. After getting dressed in a pair of gray cotton shorts and a red tank top, she brushed her long brown hair, put on her black flip flops, then walked downstairs. She reached for the silver light next to her laptop, flicked it on and started her computer. While waiting for it to power up, she made a pot of coffee.

“Let’s see what kind of emails I have today,” she said as she sat down at her computer and sipped her coffee.

After a few moments, Nathan touched her shoulder. “Good morning.”

Isabella jumped. “Oh, you scared me. Good morning,” she said, giving him a kiss. “I didn’t think you would be up so soon.”

“Eh, I don’t like to sleep very late. You know that; makes me feel like I’m wasting the day.”

He walked into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and turned the TV on to watch the morning news. Isabella joined him.

The reporter began telling a story. A 14-year old boy is dead after an altercation with a group of kids in what is being called a hate crime. The altercation took place at a park on Friday. Witnesses say the boy was talking to a friend when a group of kids approached him. One witness said the kids were calling the boy derogatory names, taunting him about being gay. A scuffle ensued. The boy fell to the ground and the kids ran away. Witnesses discovered he had been stabbed.  The 14-year-old boy died on the way to the hospital.

“That’s so sad,” Isabella said, putting her hand to her heart.

Michael’s Magic Box began to shimmer. She jumped up to grab it and sat back down on the couch next to Nathan. This is the message they heard:

See, then why do they keep teaching us such hate and cruelty. We should give over and over again.

“He’s right,” Nathan said looking over at Isabella. “Those kids were taught to hate.”

“Yes, they were,” Isabella confirmed.

“It’s time we start teaching kids to love. Kristina found a way to do it. Now I’d like to.”

“What do you have in mind?” Isabella inquired.

“I’m not really sure, but I’d like to do something personal, give of myself in some way, like Michael just said.”

Just then, Michael’s Magic Box began to shimmer. “Again?” Nathan opened it to hear it play.

If one person just help one child, just help one child, they’ve done so much. You know, and, if you can do that it would be beautiful. Just to help one person would be a lot. It’s a big step forward, ’cause it’s a lot to be done. Children all over the world are in such need.

“Hmmm,” Nathan said, contemplating the message. “Help one child. I’d love to do that. But how do I find that one child?”

“You don’t,” Isabella answered. “The child will find you.” 

Dr. Slater, we need you to come to the emergency room right away. We have a 16-year-old boy with a fractured arm.”

Nathan pressed the button on the phone in his office to reply. “Okay, I’ll be right down.”

He picked up the patient’s chart, flung open the curtain to the emergency room and found a badly beaten teenager lying on the table. He had bruises and scratches all over his face, his left eye, swollen and black. The boy was writhing in pain from a broken arm. Sitting in the chairs next to the bed were his mother and what appeared to be a younger sister.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Slater,” Nathan said, shaking the hand of the mother.

“Hi,” she said, looking worried.

Nathan glanced at the chart to find out what the teen’s name was. “Lucas Reed. Any relation to Bill Reed?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah, he’s my uncle,” the teen answered.

“Really? I went to high school with him.”

“Oh yeah? Lucas’s dad is Bill’s older brother,” his mom answered.

“Steve is your dad?”

“Well, if you can call him that,” Lucas said in a disrespectful tone. 

“Lucas! Stop being hateful toward your father,” his mom said sternly.

“Why should I? You do!” Lucas fired back.

Nathan could feel the tension in the room between the boy and his mother, so he got right down to business.

“What happened here?” he asked the teenager, gently lifting his broken arm.

“Got in a fight.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Let me take a look.” He started to examine him.

“Ouch!” Lucas winced.

His arm was swollen and tender right above the wrist. “So tell me what happened,” Nathan requested in order to obtain some history about the injury.

“I was walking to my car in the school parking lot and these guys were sitting on the tailgate of a truck. One of them wouldn’t stop looking at me. It was bugging me, so I yelled at him. ‘What in the hell are you looking at?’

“He laughed at me and said, ‘Your ugly face.’ So I ran over there and punched him! We started fighting. His friends joined in and I got the s**t beat out of me.” Lucas was making it sound like it was no big deal.

“Lucas!” his mother scolded. “Watch your mouth!”

Nathan turned around and looked at her with a smile, as if to say, it’s alright. He continued to examine his arm, Lucas screaming in pain when Nathan touched certain areas.

“Well, it’s definitely broken, but let’s get some x-rays to determine exactly what we’re dealing with.”

“Okay,” Lucas agreed.

“The technician will be in shortly to get you.”

Nathan went out to the nursing station to fill out some paperwork and waited for the technician to retrieve Lucas. When he saw him being wheeled out, he went back into the room to speak to his mother.

“So Steve Reed is your husband?” he said to the woman in the chair.

“Ex-husband,” she replied.

“Ah…that explains your son’s attitude.”

“Yes,” she said, shaking her head.

“I sense some resentment on his part.”

“Um, yes, you could say that,” she said with a heavy sigh. “He is extremely bitter and angry about it. Ever since the divorce, he’s been out of control. This isn’t the first fight he’s been into. He picks fights for no reason. It’s almost like he wants to get in trouble. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Where is Steve? Is he coming down?” Nathan asked. “By the way, I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Jill, and no, he isn’t coming down,” she said bitterly.

“How come?”

“Because he doesn’t want to make things worse; he and Lucas haven’t spoken since the divorce.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“Lucas is very angry with him. He feels like he walked out on us.”

“Did he?”

“No, I kicked him out!” she said, laughing slightly.

“Lucas has some pretty significant injuries; in addition to his broken arm and cuts and bruises, he’s probably got a slight concussion, so he’s going to have to stay in the hospital for a few days. Would you mind if I chat with him a little bit about his anger while he’s in here? See if I can get him to open up?”

“No, I would be grateful. Please do.”

Later in the evening, Nathan told Isabella about Lucas during dinner. He poured them both a glass of water and sat down to eat. Isabella had prepared Chinese food for them. Chow Mein.

“I feel really bad for this kid, Isabella,” Nathan said compassionately. “It’s so obvious that he is acting out of hurt because of his parents’ divorce. I wish I could do something to help him.”

Isabella waved her arm in the air excitedly, trying to finish the food in her mouth quickly so she could speak. “Maybe he’s the child you’re supposed to help! Remember, like Michael said in his message the other day?”

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that. But how can I possibly help him?”

“Take Michael’s Magic Box to work with you for the next couple of days. It will help you understand what to do,” Isabella generously offered.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No, not at all. Just guard it with your life,” she said with a smile.

“You know I will,” he assured her.  

Nathan stopped in on Lucas during rounds to check up on him. He walked in with a small orange basketball and a hoop that suctions itself to the wall. “How ya doing, bud?”

“Fine,” Lucas said halfheartedly.

“Brought you something to entertain yourself with while you’re in here,” Nathan said holding the basketball and hoop up to show him. “Can you shoot with your left arm?”


Nathan set the basketball and hoop down on the table across the room. “How’s your wrist feeling today?”

“A little better. It’s still pretty sore.”

“It’ll be that way for a few days.”

When he finished examining Lucas, Nathan stuck the hoop to the wall. He threw the basketball at the hoop and missed. “Bummer!” He grabbed the ball and shot it again, missing a second time. “Jeez, I can’t make a shot for the life of me.” 

Lucas laughed.

“Oh, so you do know how to laugh!” Nathan said, kidding him.

“Let me see it,” Lucas said, reaching for the ball. Nathan handed it to him. Lucas squeezed it with his left hand, looked over at Nathan, and then threw it at the basket. Swish! 

“Oh, no way!” Nathan said. “You made it! And even with your left hand!”

“Yeah, um…I’m left- handed,” Lucas laughed. “And I’m on the basketball team.”

“Aaah,” Nathan replied with a smile. “Wanna play a game? Me from here, you from the bed? First one to get 21 wins?”


They began taking turns shooting the ball; sometimes making it in the basket, sometimes not. While they were playing, Nathan began to talk to him.

“So tell me about your dad, Lucas.”

“What do you want to know?” he asked, throwing the ball. “Yes!” he shouted upon making it in the basket.

“Why are you so mad at him?” Nathan took a shot and missed. “Darn.”

“Because he walked out on us.” Nathan picked up the ball and gave it to Lucas for his turn. “What kind of man walks out on his family?” Lucas said as he shot the ball.

Nathan picked it up and held on to it this time. “Are you sure that’s what he did?” 

“Look, my mom may have kicked him out, but he cheated on her! That’s walking out on your family in my book. When she found out what he did, she was heartbroken. I’ve had to listen to her cry in her bedroom every night.” Lucas lowered his head in sadness. “I begged him not to leave. My sister wanted to go with him, but he wouldn’t let her. She sobbed when he left. Not me. I went in my bedroom and shut the door until he was gone. He hasn’t called me or come over since.”

Nathan sat down on the stool next to the bed, still holding the basketball. “He can’t even bring himself to come see me in the hospital.” Lucas shook his head. “What kind of a dad is that?”

“A dad that’s hurting inside,” Nathan replied.

“Well, what about me?” Lucas said hitting his chest with an open hand. “I’m hurting inside too. He grabbed the ball out of Nathan’s hand and threw it at the hoop.

“I’m really sick of the adults in my life. They tell me one thing, and then do the exact opposite. My dad gets mad at me for being disrespectful to people, yet he can disrespect my mom? Then my basketball coach yelled at me for not making the winning shot. He screamed at me, called me a loser in front of the entire team. It was humiliating. Is that right? And then there’s the church. They always preach to love one another, yet when we needed help they turned their back on us.  How does that work? Do as I say, not as I do? I’m sick of it!” He turned his head away from Nathan and stared at the wall, his anger palpable.

“I’m sorry Lucas,” he said, consoling the teen, placing his hand on his shoulder in support.

“It doesn’t matter,” Lucas shrugged, as if to say, I don’t need your help. Changing the subject, he said, “Hey, can I have a guitar in here?”

“Sure. You play?” Nathan said inquisitively.

“Yeah, I play.”

“What kind of music?”

“All kinds. Mostly rock, some ballads.”

“Do you sing?”

“A little.”

“Cool. I’d like to hear you play someday.” 

Nathan shot one more time and made it in the basket. “Yes!” He pumped his fist in response.  “On that note, I better go see my other patients.  It’s been nice talking to you, Lucas.” He set the ball down on the counter. “See ya.”

The physician’s locker room was dimly lit with gray lockers that lined two sides of the room. Nathan sat down on the bench in front of his locker, rubbing his face with his hands.  Lucas had given him a lot to think about. “How can I help this young man?” he said out loud. He rubbed his face one more time in his hands and stood up to open his locker. A black backpack fell into his hands. Inside, Michael’s Magic Box was shimmering. “Oh, cool, a message!”

Music is a very important and powerful substance.

Nathan gently closed the lid with a furrowed brow. “Why am I getting a message about music? Is it because Lucas told me he plays the guitar?” He closed the lid and put the box back into his backpack, keeping the message in the back of his mind.

Later that evening when he was home with Isabella, he told her about his day.

“So how did it go with that boy? What is his name?” Isabella asked Nathan.

“Lucas. It went okay. I took him a basketball and hoop to play with.”

“A basketball? Can he play with that in the hospital? What about his broken arm?”

Nathan laughed. “It was a just a small basketball and he played with his left arm. Turns out he’s pretty good!”

“Oh. So how is he?”



“He’s resentful of his dad. Actually, he’s resentful of many adults in his life. He’s just so angry inside. I wish I could help him process that anger in some way because it’s getting him into trouble.”

“Find a way to help him channel it,” Isabella said. “Creatively.”

“Hmm…you know, he does play the guitar.”


“He asked me today if he could have one in the room.”

“Oooh, then encourage him to write a song,” Isabella said, raising her eyebrows and smiling.

“Hey that’s not a bad idea!” Nathan walked away deep in thought. So that’s the reason for the music message, he thought.

The elevator door opened to floor 3. Nathan took note of the drawings on the wall, pausing to remember his nephew Jayden whose memory they were dedicated to. He walked past the nursing station until he got to door number 306. Slowly, he opened the door to see if Lucas was sleeping.

“You’re awake!” Nathan exclaimed.  “How’s my favorite patient this morning?”

“I’m okay,” Lucas shrugged.

“How’s your wrist feeling?”

“Pretty good. I don’t really have any more pain.”

“Your bruises are starting to heal on your face too. Shouldn’t be long before you get to go home,” he predicted.


“I was thinking last night about some of the things you told me yesterday,” Nathan said while examining him.

“Like what?”

“Well, just about the way you’re feeling about some of the adults in your life. I was thinking…why you don’t write a song about it?”

“A song?” Lucas sounded intrigued.

“Yes. Musicians channel their feelings into their music all the time. Why don’t you try that?”

Nathan could sense a spark of interest piquing. “Instead of taking that anger out in destructive ways by fighting, use it constructively to create great music.”

Lucas’s eyes lit up. “That’s not a bad idea. I could probably do that.”

Just then, Lucas’s mom opened the door and came in with his guitar.

“Hi,” she said to Lucas, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Dr. Slater.”

“Good morning,” he replied.

“You’re looking better,” she said, looking at Lucas.

“He’s doing much better, making great progress. Well, I’m off to see other patients now, so I’ll leave you two to visit.” Nathan closed the door behind him.

Dr. Slater, there is someone here that would like to see you,” Nathan’s assistant chimed in on the intercom. Her name is Jill Reed. Do you have time to meet with her?”

“Sure, send her in.”

Nathan’s office was small. A brown wooden desk with a heavy piece of protective glass took up most of the room.  One folding chair positioned itself in front of his desk. To the side of him on the wall was a pin board covered in post it notes.  His desk was filled with stacks of papers and binders. A small white printer was on a cabinet behind him and he had a picture of Isabella on his desk.

“Hi, Dr. Slater. Sorry to disturb you.”

“No problem.” He stood to shake her hand. “What can I do for you?” he asked, motioning for her to sit down.

“What did you do to Lucas?” Jill asked.

“What do you mean?” Nathan said, looking perplexed.

“He’s a different person. I feel a shift in his energy. He’s smiling, laughing and even writing a song! He said you inspired him.”

“Oh, I just gave him an idea about a creative way to channel his anger.”

“Thank you, Dr. Slater, for everything you have done. I can’t believe what a difference you’ve made in just the short time you’ve been treating him. You’ve given me hope that maybe everything will be alright after all.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. He’s a good kid.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to say thank you,” Jill said as she stood to leave.

“Are you in touch with your brother-in-law, Bill?” Nathan asked before she walked out the door.

“I can be.”

“I’d really like to talk to him. We were friends in high school. Will you give him my number? Tell him to call me if he’d like to catch up.” Nathan handed her one of his business cards.

“Sure. I’ll pass it along.” They finished their conversation, shook hands and she left.

“Dr. Slater, your wife is here to see you now.” 

Nathan pushed the intercom button and said, “Okay, send her in.” 

“Brought you lunch!” Isabella said, gliding through the door with a smile, holding two bags of food.

“Aw, thanks, Hon,” he said, standing to kiss her.

Just then, Michael’s Magic Box began to shimmer. He looked over at Isabella with a surprised look on his face and opened it to reveal its message:

I’m starting with the man in the mirror. I’m asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer. If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make a change.

“Why did I get that message? Is it meant for me?”

“I don’t know, but if I get a message that I’m not really sure about, I just wait it out until the situation it applies to reveals itself,” Isabella told him.

“Oh, okay. I wonder what it could be."

“I don’t know. That’s part of the magic,” she said playfully. She reached inside the bags and got out sandwiches, pickles and a bottle of water for each of them. They spent the next half hour talking and eating lunch together.

Nathan walked out of another emergency room and dropped off some paperwork at the nurses’ station. He looked at his watch. “5:30 already!” he exclaimed. “Wow, this day has flown by.”

“Mine just started,” a nurse said, responding to his statement meant for no one in particular.

“Well, I’m outta here!” he said, sounding exhausted. “Have a good evening, Nurse Francis.”

“You too, Dr. Slater.”

Nathan approached the elevator, pushed the button to go down to the first floor, but suddenly changed his mind. Floor 3 lit up with his touch instead. I’m going to stop in on Lucas before I go home, he silently said to himself.
When he opened the door to Lucas’s room, he was invited in with open arms. Lucas was excited to see him. “Dr. Slater, I’m so glad you stopped by. I was hoping you would. Look!” He was holding up a yellow notepad.

“What is it?” Nathan said curiously.

“It’s the song I wrote!” 

“Already?”  Nathan grabbed the notepad from him. “You wrote this today, just since this morning?”

“Yeah. Once I started writing, the words wouldn’t stop. Read it.”

Nathan looked at the yellow pad and read the song to himself. He felt a twinge in his heart right from when he read the title:

Show Me What it Means to Love

1st verse
I’m the child that you gave birth to
And the student you will teach to
I’m the one that you will preach to
And someone that you may read to

2nd verse
You’re the parent that I cry to
And the teacher that I sigh to
You’re the one that I look up to
And a person that I trust to

Show me what it means to love
Before it is too late
Help me make a better world
Please don’t teach me to hate.

Raise me, guide me. Don’t deny me
A heart that learns to care
Be the one who helps me know
That love is everywhere

3rd verse (Spoken)
Be kind – but you treat people mean
Give love – yet that’s not what I’ve seen
Help all – Then turn your back away
What then – Is really the right way?

Show me what it means to love
Before it is too late
Help me make a better world
Please don’t teach me to hate.

Raise me, guide me. Don’t deny me
A heart that learns to care
Be the one who helps me know
That love is everywhere

4th verse
We’re the children that you preach to
And the ones you’ll leave this world to
You’re the leaders that we turn to
And we hope that you will start to

Show me what it means to love
Before it is too late
Help me make a better world
Please don’t teach me to hate.

Raise me, guide me. Don’t deny me
A heart that learns to care
Be the one who helps me know
That love is everywhere

Be the one who helps me know
That love is everywhere

Nathan was stunned. He felt a lump in his throat and goose bumps on his arms.

“This is incredible, Lucas.”

“Thank you!” he responded delightfully.

“I’m so impressed. It’s amazing.” Nathan couldn’t take his eyes off the page.

“If felt good to write it.” Lucas was grinning from ear to ear.

“Would you mind if I take a copy of this to show my wife?”

“No, not at all. I’d be honored. Let me know what she thinks about it.”

Nathan walked into their apartment, gave Isabella a kiss and handed her the piece of paper with Lucas’s song on it. “Look at this.”

“What is it?” she said tilting her head to one side.

‘It’s the song Lucas wrote.”

Isabella looked at him with wide eyes, sat down at the table and began to read it. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Nathan said, affirming her amazement.

“It’s incredible!” Isabella gushed.

“I know!”

“He let you have it?”

“No, I just brought it home so you could read it. I want you to help me with something.”

“Sure, what?”

“A surprise for Lucas.”

Nathan was sitting at the table drinking a cup coffee when his cell phone rang.

“Hello. Bill? It’s so good to hear from you.”

He walked into the other room while he continued his conversation. When he was done, he came back to the kitchen, set his phone down on the counter and said, “Bill Reed is coming over. And he’s bringing Lucas’s dad with him.”

“Really? Why?” Isabella questioned.

“I don’t know. Bill wants to come over to catch up, but he said Steve wants to come with him.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. Nathan opened the door to see his old friend standing there with his brother.  He invited both of them in and offered them a bottle of water. After some small talk about high school and catching up on events of their lives, the conversation turned to Lucas.

“I understand you took care of my son in the hospital,” Steve said.

“Yeah, I did.” Nathan said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Steve said, shaking his hand.

“You’re welcome.”

After a slight pause, Steve said, “I couldn’t go up there.”

“Yeah, I know. Can I ask why?” He knew he was treading on uneasy ground by asking that.

“I couldn’t bring myself to.” Steve hung his head in shame. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes – as a husband and a father. And he hates me for it. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it when I am around him.”

“No, he doesn’t hate you.” All of the sudden, Nathan understood why he received the message about starting with the man in the mirror.

“Can I get you some more water?” he asked to both of them.

“Sure,” Bill replied.

When Nathan returned with the water, Steve said, “I wanted to come over with Bill so I could get some advice about my son.”

“Advice from me?” Nathan questioned.

“Yeah, you’re a doctor.”

“I’m an orthopedic surgeon. Not a psychologist.”

“I know, but my ex said you’ve made a difference for him. So whatever you’re doing is working. Help me to do it too,” Steve said, laughing insecurely.

“I just talked to him, helped him learn some constructive ways to channel his anger, shot some hoops with him,” Nathan said, laughing. He took a drink from his bottled water, then continued, “Look Steve, here’s what I’ve learned. The people we’re close to act as mirrors in our lives; they reflect back to us judgments we have about ourselves. Those judgments prevent us from being able to give ourselves to them.”

He could tell Steve didn’t understand him so he took a different approach. “Let me ask you this. Would you say that Lucas thinks you are a bad father?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Does that make you try harder to be a good father?”

“No, it does just the opposite. I can’t live up to his expectations of me, so I just give up.”

“Could it be that it’s not his expectations of you that you haven’t lived up to, but rather your expectations of yourself? He may not think you’re a very good father right now, but he’s just a mirror reflecting back to you how you feel about yourself, because of what you’ve done.”

Steve didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He just sat there thinking about what Nathan had said. Slowly, he started shaking his head. “You’re right. I never thought of it that way. Lucas is a mirror. When I look in his eyes, I see a failure reflecting back at me. It’s uncomfortable. It’s easier to not look in the mirror. I guess that’s why I have been avoiding him.”

“I totally understand that, dude. It’s painful to see yourself in a negative way, but consider this. You’re providing a mirror for him as well.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, feeling disheartened.

“I know you don’t realize this, but you’re teaching him self-hatred.” Nathan pleaded for him to understand. “By avoiding him, the mirror you’re providing is one that says ‘You’re not important enough for me to love.’”

Bill patted his brother on the back, while Nathan continued talking. “We all make mistakes, Steve. If you want to restore the relationship with your son, you’ve got to look into that mirror, face it, and then make that change. Start by being the mirror that reflects back to him a son that’s the most important thing in the world. Then when you look in his eyes, you’ll see a great father.”

Isabella was in the other room working on her part in Nathan’s surprise for Lucas. How can I make this so special that it will be a day he will never forget? Isabella wondered. Michael’s Magic Box began to shimmer. She opened it to reveal its message:

Every child should sing together in harmony. All nations sing. Let’s harmonize all around the world.

She closed the box and said, “Oh! I know what to do.”

About a month later, Lucas received his surprise: a debut of his song on Good Morning America. He stood backstage anxiously awaiting his time to perform. His mom was standing right by his side.  

“I’m so proud of you, Lucas,” she said with a tear in her eye. “I can’t believe that in a few minutes you are going to perform the song you wrote in front of all those people.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’m pretty excited,” he said anxiously. “I just wish Dad was here.”

“I know,” she said, patting his back.  

Lucas walked onto the stage to thunderous applause. Behind him were children of all ages, a choir, there to accompany him. All of them were dressed in Levis and bright green, royal blue, and sunny yellow shirts. He grabbed the microphone and began singing. Lucas sang the verses; the choir of children joined him when he sang the chorus. 

Isabella stood on the sidelines watching in awe. Children of all ages, holding hands, rocking back and forth singing, “Show Me What It Means to Love” to the adults of the world. It was a beautiful sight.
Show me what it means to love
Before it is too late
Help me make a better world
Please don’t teach me to hate.

Raise me, guide me. Don’t deny me
A heart that learns to care
Be the one who helps me know
That love is everywhere

Lucas stood on that stage, singing his heart out, scanning the smiling faces of the people in the audience. He couldn’t believe all the people, singing, dancing, and having a great time to his music! It felt incredible.

Then, something caught the corner of his eye. Standing off to the side, buried in the crowd…was his father. He was with Nathan, fighting back the tears, although unsuccessfully.  Lucas was shocked to see him. For a brief moment, he got choked up, causing him to stumble on the song. The audience didn’t seem to notice though. He had to turn his head away so he wouldn’t get emotional. When he finished, the crowd erupted in applause.

“Thank you,” Lucas said bowing to the crowd. “Thank you.”

Lucas took the headset and microphone off from around his ear and set it on the stage gently. He walked out into the audience, everyone watching with baited breath to see what he was doing. He approached his father, looked directly into his eyes and then gave him a big hug. The audience erupted in applause for the third time.

When they broke their embrace, Lucas turned to Nathan, shook his hand, and said, “Thank you for everything, Dr. Slater. You showed me what it means to love.” 

“I agree,” Steve said, shaking his hand as well. “I can’t thank you enough. You gave me back my son.”

The two of them walked together backstage. Isabella came over and gave Nathan a hug.

“Michael was right,” he said, smiling at her. “To help one child is a big step forward.”

“And a beautiful thing,” she added. “Now I have a surprise for you!”

“What?” Nathan sounded intrigued.

“Lucas’s song is going to be produced!”

“Are you kidding me? Woohoo!” he exclaimed loudly, throwing his hand into the air.

“Yes, it’s going to be heard all around the world,” Isabella said, clapping excitedly.

“Oh, wow.” Nathan bended slightly at the knees. “That’s incredible. Thank you, Isabella.” He held her head in his hands and gave her a big kiss.

“You’re welcome. So what are you waiting for? Go tell him!”  

Linda Higgins
Director of Community Development

© Linda Higgins, 2012, All Rights Reserved

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