In that numbing moment, with our hands laid on our precious boy, Amber looked at me with such intensity, such clarity, and said something so confidently that it caught me off guard: “I want to donate his organs.” Then she began to softly cry again, “His little body is perfect, flawless. It’s only his brain that’s damaged. Surely there are people in the world who could use this tragedy as their miracle.” Later, after some clarity on the moment, Amber admitted that those words must have been God-breathed and not her own intuition.
