[Ed. – Get the box of tissues ready.]
Marcus was 13 months old, lying in a bed inside a medical facility, struggling to stay alive.
His tiny body was racked by fevers and infections due to severe heart and lung defects. A ventilator and trach tube were the only things keeping him fed and breathing.
Marcus was motherless and alone. He was born three-months premature, weighing 1-pound, to a heroin addict, and then abandoned at the hospital. No one was coming for Marcus.
And that’s when he felt a kiss on the cheek, and heard a voice whisper in his ear.
“My name is Kelly. I want to be your mom. Would you like to come home with me?”
The voice came from Kokomo native Kelly Lively, who looked down at Marcus with a feeling she had never experienced.
“He smiled so big when I kissed his cheek, and I knew I was going to do everything I could to give this baby a chance,” Lively said. “In my heart, I felt he had just been waiting for me. It gave me chills. I knew he was my son.”