his right wrist, and raised his hand in the air, pronouncing him the winner by a knockout.
Paul’s family and friends, along with all the Denver High School fans, were elated. Paul’s sisters hugged and congratulated him when he left the ring. Close behind them were his parents, his aunt and uncle, and the Langfords.
Week after week, Paul’s family and friends enjoyed watching him box and be declared the winner each time—especially his muscular six-feet-five-inch, two-hundred-and-fifteen-pound father.
S EVEN
O ne morning in late February, Breanna was working on some official papers at her desk in the small office next to Dr. Carroll’s office when the doctor stepped through the open door. “Good news, my dear sister-in-law.”
Breanna looked up at him, an inquisitive look in her eyes. “I’m all ears.”
Matthew smiled. “I know you like to work with our proficient surgeon Dr. Edgar Bates.”
“I sure do!”
“Well, I need you to assist him this morning as he is working on a male patient in his seventies with cardiovascular disease.”
“Do you know what caused the disease in this patient?” Breanna asked.
“Yes. A thorough examination showed us that rheumatic fever the patient had some seven years ago caused it.”
She rose from her desk and put the official papers in one of the desk drawers. “I’ll head for the surgical ward right now. This problem is extremely dangerous. We wouldn’t want it to lead to congestive heart failure.”
Dr. Carroll nodded. “This was the main reason I wanted to have you work with Dr. Bates on this case. I’m aware that you know muchabout cardiovascular disease and congestive heart failure. I hope it won’t be too much for you.”
“I’m sure the Lord will see me through it.”
Less than ten minutes later, Breanna arrived at the room in the surgical ward where Dr. Bates was preparing to perform surgery on the man’s heart. When the doctor saw her enter the room, he smiled. “Wonderful! Dr. Carroll said he was going to have you assist me with this surgery if you felt up to it.”
“Well, Doctor, here I am!” she said with a giggle.
After over four hours of assisting Dr. Bates, Breanna entered her brother-in-law’s office. He was at his desk and looked up as she moved toward him.
“Well, Matt, the cardiovascular surgery was a total success. Dr. Bates says the patient came through it exceptionally well, and he is going to live!”
“Wonderful! And I know part of the success was due to your being there to assist him.”
Breanna blushed. “Thank you, Matt.”
He shook his head. “No. Thank
you
!” Then he glanced at his pocket watch. “I see that this was a long surgery. How is your back feeling? Any pain?”
Breanna shook her head. “I’m a little stiff, and I feel in need of a rest at the moment. But I was very pleased to not be distracted during the surgery by back pain. God is clearly answering our prayers!”
“Amen to that,” said Matt heartily, and gave his sister-in-law a hug.
Paul Brockman was doing well in his high school boxing, and as March came, he was undefeated with heavyweights in other schools within fifty miles of Denver. His parents and his sisters had attended all of Paul’s boxing matches at Denver High School. Ginny and Meggie let it be known to Paul and their parents that they had bragged on their brother’s boxing skills and victories all over the school. Paul was touched by his sisters’ loyalty and adoration, though he did gently ask them not to brag about him but rather to thank the Lord for the joy they have in appreciating each other’s talents.
One day in mid-March, Chief Brockman was walking along the boardwalk of one of Denver’s downtown streets and came upon two husky men in their late twenties who were verbally giving a man in his sixties a hard time. John knew the silver-haired man. Truman Richardson was a carpenter who worked for one of Denver’s construction companies.
As John was drawing near,
Paul’s family and friends, along with all the Denver High School fans, were elated. Paul’s sisters hugged and congratulated him when he left the ring. Close behind them were his parents, his aunt and uncle, and the Langfords.
Week after week, Paul’s family and friends enjoyed watching him box and be declared the winner each time—especially his muscular six-feet-five-inch, two-hundred-and-fifteen-pound father.
S EVEN
O ne morning in late February, Breanna was working on some official papers at her desk in the small office next to Dr. Carroll’s office when the doctor stepped through the open door. “Good news, my dear sister-in-law.”
Breanna looked up at him, an inquisitive look in her eyes. “I’m all ears.”
Matthew smiled. “I know you like to work with our proficient surgeon Dr. Edgar Bates.”
“I sure do!”
“Well, I need you to assist him this morning as he is working on a male patient in his seventies with cardiovascular disease.”
“Do you know what caused the disease in this patient?” Breanna asked.
“Yes. A thorough examination showed us that rheumatic fever the patient had some seven years ago caused it.”
She rose from her desk and put the official papers in one of the desk drawers. “I’ll head for the surgical ward right now. This problem is extremely dangerous. We wouldn’t want it to lead to congestive heart failure.”
Dr. Carroll nodded. “This was the main reason I wanted to have you work with Dr. Bates on this case. I’m aware that you know muchabout cardiovascular disease and congestive heart failure. I hope it won’t be too much for you.”
“I’m sure the Lord will see me through it.”
Less than ten minutes later, Breanna arrived at the room in the surgical ward where Dr. Bates was preparing to perform surgery on the man’s heart. When the doctor saw her enter the room, he smiled. “Wonderful! Dr. Carroll said he was going to have you assist me with this surgery if you felt up to it.”
“Well, Doctor, here I am!” she said with a giggle.
After over four hours of assisting Dr. Bates, Breanna entered her brother-in-law’s office. He was at his desk and looked up as she moved toward him.
“Well, Matt, the cardiovascular surgery was a total success. Dr. Bates says the patient came through it exceptionally well, and he is going to live!”
“Wonderful! And I know part of the success was due to your being there to assist him.”
Breanna blushed. “Thank you, Matt.”
He shook his head. “No. Thank
you
!” Then he glanced at his pocket watch. “I see that this was a long surgery. How is your back feeling? Any pain?”
Breanna shook her head. “I’m a little stiff, and I feel in need of a rest at the moment. But I was very pleased to not be distracted during the surgery by back pain. God is clearly answering our prayers!”
“Amen to that,” said Matt heartily, and gave his sister-in-law a hug.
Paul Brockman was doing well in his high school boxing, and as March came, he was undefeated with heavyweights in other schools within fifty miles of Denver. His parents and his sisters had attended all of Paul’s boxing matches at Denver High School. Ginny and Meggie let it be known to Paul and their parents that they had bragged on their brother’s boxing skills and victories all over the school. Paul was touched by his sisters’ loyalty and adoration, though he did gently ask them not to brag about him but rather to thank the Lord for the joy they have in appreciating each other’s talents.
One day in mid-March, Chief Brockman was walking along the boardwalk of one of Denver’s downtown streets and came upon two husky men in their late twenties who were verbally giving a man in his sixties a hard time. John knew the silver-haired man. Truman Richardson was a carpenter who worked for one of Denver’s construction companies.
As John was drawing near,
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