Growing up, I always heard the story re-told that the doctors tried to manage expectations, estimating that I had about a 1 in 10 shot of surviving with surgery required at birth. Further complications arose. At that point in time my parents were Jehovah’s Witnesses, who believe blood transfusions are sin. For me to make it into Paradise, their belief was that they had to stick to their guns. The surgery would be complex, and long. As a newborn, my available pool of life-giving blood would be small. With transfusions off the table, the odds dropped to 1 in 100. Whether this was the honest opinion of the doctors, or they were just trying pressure my parents to reconsider their firm stance, who knows? Does it really matter? What are odds to God? He is not bound by physical “facts”. The Truth was that He had plans for me that required me to live. My odds became 100 in 100.