That is the title of probably the best ever Sex and the City episode. An episode from the first half of the last season after Carrie's relationship with Berger has failed because they just aren't capable of having healthy relationships. Its very, very sad. He breaks up with her on a post-it, she goes to a great club to cheer up and embarrasses herself in front of his friends. But, like all episodes of SatC, in the end it's ok because she gets high on the street with her friends, and doesn't get arrested because they cop empathizes with her personal life. The episode could have been the end of the series. It was becoming apparent that the characters were going to keep fighting the same battles and after 35 no one needs to watch a character self-destruct.
So what is my point? This is a totally different story about people acting crazy with their lives and Post-its. This woman got a note from a foster parent that the parent's husband had a dream that she needed to adopt this sick child. And then she did adopt him. How crazy is that!
What would you do if someone told that they dreamed you needed a baby and they had a very very sick baby available?
I'm sure that they don't regret adopting this kid. Some people just have faith in the universe and faith that they will be strong enough to love in the most difficult cases. It's like a book my mother's book club would read.
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