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Feira de Santana, Brazil, 1980

The bus stops in Brazil get crowded quickly and one usually gets surrounded by dozens of people by the time the buses shows up. On one occasion, I had my son, Eman, in a baby carrier, and my arm would get tired so I would place him on the sidewalk. A sweet young girl came to look at him and was exclaiming, oh what a cute baby, come see how cute! Then a few others came and within a minute there were a dozen ladies admiring our 3-month-old son. The rest of the people at the bust stop saw the crowd and they could not see him on the sidewalk and did not know what people were looking at so they were jumping up and down to look over the shoulders of the four dozen people that gathered around. People were saying, what is it, what are people looking at? Then I heard a man say, “They are selling a baby, come and see!” Upon hearing that, I shouted, “No! The baby is my son, and he is not for sale, my son is not for sale!” Upon hearing that the people drifted away, and the buses arrived and the people went on their way. I got a bit shaken as I thought, what if someone gets the police over here and accuses me of selling a baby! But all ended well that day. I learned my lesson though, whenever I was out and if some people would come to admire my son, I would affirmingly exclaim, yes, my son is cute and handsome, right? How wonderful it is to observe God’s beauty in each and every baby He entrusts us with.