Dr. Joseph Peccard
October 17, 1993
The Doorstep Baby
Tonight the doorbell of our Orphanage was rung. I awoke to the fervent sounds of it being pressed over and over again. By the time I had dressed into something suitable, the ringing had stopped. It was past midnight when I opened the door. I looked up and down the street, but found no one running away, and no car leaving our blessed building. I was about to close the door, assuming it was a prank, when I heard the squeals of a child. I looked at the doorstep of the Orphanage to find a baby, placed within a basket and bundled in several blankets. There was a tiny note folded on top of the baby. It read:
James Robert Johnson, born October 17, 1992.
I was surprised to see the boy, who had the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen before, and the darkest hair as well. I felt like I was in a movie, or that this was a prank. This baby was perfectly clean, hadn't a scratch on him, and wasn't afraid of me. He was staring at me. It was a chilly night, and with God in my soul, I grabbed up the basket and took the child inside. I gave him some warm clothes to wear, placed him in a cradle in the Toddler's section of our Orphanage. He went to sleep soundly despite this unfortunate birthday gift. I rue the parents that would do this, that would leave their child on their first birthday. Anyways, there are already two loving parents that would like to adopt the child--and I assume young James will have a happy, fruitful life ahead of him.