For the last year I’ve walked the decks of a ship that now rests two miles down at the bottom of the ocean. The passengers of the Titanic seem more like friends than people from the past. I suppose that’s what fiction does. Within the pages of a book you have a chance to live a different life, in a different era … especially if you’re the writer.
I think about those last moments during the sinking of the Titanic when husbands stood bravely by and boarded their wives and children onto lifeboats. I think about mothers who passed their children on to others, begging strangers to give their children a chance at life.
I especially consider this last thought. I try to imagine what it was like for Winnie Troutt. She was a simple woman, working as a waitress and as domestic help when she was asked such a thing. Winnie was traveling to Auburndale, Massachusetts, to be with her sister who was nearing the end of her pregnancy. When Winnie set out from Southamption, she had thoughts of a baby — a niece or a nephew soon to be born. But it was another child thrust into her arms on April 15th, 1912.
“Please, Miss, won’t you save this child?”
I wonder what Winnie thought about as she clutched her toothbrush, prayer book, and 5-month-old child as the lifeboat rowed away from the sinking ship. Did she know the baby’s name? Did he cry for his mother? Her arms delivered Assad Thomas to safety. Maybe that was her ultimate purpose for that dreadful night. To press the baby’s cheek against her wildly pounding heart and protect him despite her fears.
I’ve thought of Winnie a lot. Maybe because a precious child was placed into my arms. A young mother longed for a good life for her child, and she chose John and I to adopt and raise her daughter. Although Winnie’s care for Assad only lasted until they were rescued by the Carpathia, John and I stood before a judge and promised to care for our new daughter Alyssa for life. The weight of the responsibility strikes me at times. The sacrifice of another mother does, too. I pray for God’s wisdom and strength as I hold my daughter next to my beating heart. I pray that I can give all that was expected — even more.
I don’t take my role lightly. And I’ll always be grateful to realize that sometimes true love is handing an innocent baby into what you believe are capable arms.
True love considers what can be given … and sometimes you receive a precious gift in the process.
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