When the Storm Hit, a Forgotten Doctor Became a Lifeline for Two Tiny Babies—and in Saving Them, Found a Way to Heal Himself
The wind snapped the tarp roof of my shelter like a rifle shot, jerking me out of my half-dry trudge toward home. Ridge Lake, Kentucky, had a way of amplifying every storm into something biblical, and this one was no exception. I was thirty steps from my hut—a plywood box tucked beside a muddy trail—when…