A Great Example of a Life of Process

A man came up to me with an unbelievable story when I was speaking in Red Bank, New Jersey. Having three kids from his first marriage—ages 10, 12, and 18—he remarried at 52. His second wife was 40. When she got pregnant, it threw him for a loop. Everyday he looked out of his New York City office, repeating, “I don’t need this. I am going to have to work until I am 90.” Almost like a self-fulfilling prophesy, his wife had twin boys. He eventually quit on his wife, on the two kids, even on his job as a New York City stockbroker.

This discouragement went on for some time—a silent surrender—until one day, 18 months later, one of his twin sons fell into a pond... and drowned. When the mother got there, all that was sticking out of the water was one tennis shoe. She screamed. The father immediately pulled his son from the water and performed CPR on his lifeless body. Miraculously, he came back to life. They rushed the little boy to the emergency room. The doctor asked where the dad got his CPR training, but the dad said he didn’t have any.