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Vincent shared Elliot’s story, his voice cracking, while Ruth listened patiently, believing that even broken paths can still lead somewhere meaningful, even when darkness hides direction entirely.

That night, Elliot stopped breathing. Alarms screamed as doctors fought desperately, shocking life back into his small body, while Vincent collapsed, witnessing fragility in its rawest form.
Doctors admitted defeat, confessing their uncertainty, and Vincent stayed by his son’s side praying—rediscovering humility, bargaining with silence, begging for mercy without expectation.
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