â€œHold your fire!â€ hollered Police Detective Kincaid as he came to an abrupt halt. He could see the outline of what seemed to be a baby carrier embedded in the trash next to the filthy dumpster. As his fellow police officers apprehended the suspect, Kincaid shuffled through the rubble to exact location where he had observed the carrier. His instincts had been correct; in fact it was a baby. The child was wrapped within bundles upon bundles of blankets and clothing. As Detective Shane Kincaid lifted the bundle close to his chest he could hear a soft murmur and slight tremble coming from the child. Resting upon Kincaidâ€™s muscular forearm, the child slept during the ride to the hospital. .
Upon arrival at the Good Samaritan Emergency Room, the child was passed on to the on-call doctor. After a thorough physical examination, the baby was given to the nurse for placement in the child services unit. While the nurse was busy trying to find a home for the child, Kincaid interrupted and said that he would be glad to take custody of the young child. After little deliberation from the staff, Kincaid was instructed to register the child in the morning. Agreeing to do so, Shane Kincaid had become the proud father of a newborn baby boy. The year was 1975 and childrenâ€™s services were very lenient and approving in this sort of situation. By taking responsibility for the child, Kincaid had lifted burden of finding the child a suitable home from the nursing staff. Although Kincaid had never held a baby, he had a special, tender way of holding the baby close to him away from all harm. Shane was certain that his wife, Leilani would be full of joy when he arrived at home with the child. Unfortunately, she could not bear a child of her own due to an advanced cervical cancer.
As he had assumed, Leilani was more than welcoming to the miraculous childâ€™s arrival. She instantaneously fell in love with the same certain charm that Shane had just a few hours earlier that day.