My name is Hugh. I’ve seen you downstairs. I keep wanting to talk to you, but I hadn’t worked up the nerve. Then when I saw you in here, I thought...that I just had to take a chance. I couldn’t come up with a good opening line, so I just decided to let you run into me. Sorry for breaking your stride.’ Freddie smiled at the man. He was probably in his mid 30’s. He wasn’t too tall, and he had a stocky body. His smile was genuine and his eyes were kind. For a brief moment, Freddie was actually sorry. " She had read that somewhere in the Readers' Digest at the dentists office just last month. But it cut no ice on a nine-year old's heart turned cold.Dad took an even more tactless tact with his, " Well, it was about time you faced reality anyway, dear. You'll be ten soon and have to act your age and not act like a baby anymore. I mean use your head, girl; seven billion people in the world and Santa takes time for each of us. Come on! Do the math. He wouldn't have time. And the cost! Where's he. I was here when they brought you in. Has anyone told you what happened?” Looking at Jordan like he could respond. “Oh, I see, the vocal cords are a little behind. Don’t worry, that usually corrects itself rather quickly.”The doc pulled out his little light and flashed Jordan’s eyes, of course then he could no longer see. He turned and talked to the nurse in that doctor's tone that only a nurse seems to ever understand and then turned back.“OK, long story short, it was a car accident. You were. I assured her that I had given Bill the address and we would be traveling as a convoy that would leave at three o’clock. Beginning at two o’clock and at ten minute intervals, Cindy reminded me of how much time remained before we had to leave.We arrived at St. Peter Roman Catholic Church ten minutes early. The priest met us at the church and he walked us through the ceremony one step at a time. We then went through a practice session where we actually walked down the aisle and the priest went.