Young, in love and maybe even a little stupid. Wouldn’t you have to be to leave America to go live deep in Mexico? But not to Tim and Samantha (Sam).
“A new start” is what they said it was all about. Their not-so-handsome pasts were dark clouds over their heads and they wanted to begin again. Living in Mexico seemed to be the way to do it.
One little glitch in the picture changed things, however. Sam was pregnant — surprisingly. She had been taking birth control for years and was told they could make her sterile. Then little Adam Jordan began developing.
“He’s our little miracle,” said Sam, with a winsome sigh, slowly rubbing her swollen belly.
Tim, from Idaho, had eight peers and was the baby of his parents, before his mom had three more bringing the total to 12. With a Vietnam veteran alcoholic dad and a wandering Mom, Tim’s childhood was lacking. Kicked out of the house at 13, friends from the other side of the track helped him survive, teaching him bad habits along the way, leading him to follow in his father’s alcoholic footsteps.
Despite that, he graduated high school and entered college. Hoping to become a landscaper Tim enrolled in a Community College and took his first three classes — horticulture, theology and world history.
Sam was in New Mexico, doing her best to grow up right but took a wrong turn along the way. At a party when she was in her teens, already tipsy from alcohol, someone suggested she take a shiny little thing called meth. It took her six years before she could quit but as far as her family was concerned, it was already too late. They had had enough.
So, when Timothy showed up in New Mexico, the two at first became friends.
“He was the first person in a long time who seemed to care about me,” said Sam. Sam would watch out for Tim. After awhile it developed into more and they wanted to change their lives. Knowing little Adam Jordan was on the way was incentive.
Finding their way into Mexico, Tim found a job while Sam set up house in a small room with no electricity. It must have seemed romantic at the time — running from or to something — nothing mattered as long as they were together.
Somewhere along the line they turned to God, their study bible becoming their most prized possession. Their lives seemed out of a Robinson and Crusoe novel, lost in the wilderness so-to-speak — he working, she bringing in the baby. Tim even quit his drinking. Their lives began to revolve around the baby.
Then, at one of his jobs, Tim was questioned about why he wanted to give up the baby. Surprised, he flat responded they had no intention of giving up the baby. “Why would you even think that,” inquired Tim.
It turned out Tim’s supervisor, paying for the prenatal care, had plans to take the baby upon delivery and sell it. Astounded, Tim and Sam began devising an escape plan to return home to the states. It would have mixed consequences.
Two weeks later they were standing on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande River, watching person after person swim the river. At this point they had no money left, their IDs had been one of the precious things left behind, and they were told it cost $300 to cross the river. Staking up their tent, they prayed and did one more thing that would cost them their most precious gift.
That night, Tim bundled some logs together and leaving all but their bible, tent, backpack and small blue purse behind, Tim and his very pregnant love, stepped into the murky waters of the Rio Grande. Sam was terrified and Tim was determined they would reach America safely.
Much later, as they were trying to find their way through a wooded area, they heard a sharp voice telling them to “Alto!” With a sigh of relief, Sam replied, “In English, please.”
Ensuring their citizenship, the Border Patrol dropped them at the Salvation Army which only would take them for a night since they had no ID. On the streets the next day, they were lost. It was Sam’s due date and they had no clue as to where to go next, much less what services were available.
Ironically, after passing some churches on their way, they were passing another when Sam asked Tim if they could stop at this church. Maybe they could find some water and a place to rest. They found more - much more.
They found a pastor who couldn’t say no to a woman, homeless, on her due date. Nothing like Mary and Joseph and everything like Mary and Joseph, there was no place at the inn for this young, foolhardy couple. The stars in their eyes that took them to Mexico were not going to be enough to get them out of the mess they had created for themselves.
But there was the baby, so something HAD to be done. Luckily, little Adam Jordan decided to wait — and wait — and wait. A week and a half later he arrived — healthy, all 10 fingers and all 10 toes and oh, so beautiful.
The joy, pride and love shone brightly on the young couple’s face. Faced with such hurdles to overcome, they still were thrilled to have baby Adam to take home.
Two days later found a broken hearted, sobbing young mother listening as a Child Protective Services agent spoke into a phone, “Sam wants to know if you will take her baby.”
It seems that last little thing they did before crossing the river to calm their nerves was smoke some pot and the marijuana showed up in the baby’s system. CPS had arrived to protect the newborn.
Stunned, the voice at the other end of the phone said, “We’ll be there in 45 minutes.”
Faced with three options, Sam had chosen the road less painful as she had seen it and only prayed these people who only recently had come to know her and Tim, could, and would, save her baby.
Her mother would only take the child if Sam would sign a release for Adam to be put up for adoption. Another route would be to put the child into the Foster Care system, where he could disappear from Sam and Tim forever. The third was to ask this pastor and his wife to open their hearts, and home, to their son.
The scene in that hospital room was one of anguish, torment and a wretchedness that was undescribable. Sam and Tim’s rosy world not only was draped in black but falling totally apart. Watching them slide into a dark pit of desolation, nothing seemed salvageable.
The man and woman had arrived — the pastor who had been helping them, and his wife. When first called to aide, he had said, “No way.” Asking for God’s guidance, they headed for the hospital, his heart still firm. But entering that sphere of misery, watching the grieving young mother and father so tearfully lamenting their stupidity, something touched the pastor’s heart.
“Will you take this baby?” asked the CPS worker.
“Yes,” said the pastor, quietly.
He had four grown kids and many grandkids but his wife had never experienced motherhood. Yet they were in agreement.
“How,” he would later ask, “could I let them take this mother’s child from her?”
And so, the child would be the bond, the glue, the tie, to the pastor and his wife and to a young, foolish couple who stated their total willingness to do whatever it would take to bring their child into their home for good.
The story is in the process of playing out. Parenting classes will be taken, drug rehab will be attended, jobs and a home will be set up. The hardest part will be getting their lives back - getting ID’s, getting in the system, being a part of America again. But . . . they are willing.
It has been said, Willingness is the Key. Will it be enough? How strong is a mother’s love? Will the father stay by his claim to be the man he needs to be for little Adam Jordan?
Only time will tell. Meanwhile, the glue, the tie — the baby — holds it all together, for now.