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We'll do a pre-surgery x-ray to make sure nothing has moved and do the surgery.” Duncan Robert resisted the idea of surgery, and the doctor got a little angry. “Non-surgical treatments are prone to complications and associated with mal-union and nonunion, with the break often recurring. That's a lot of unnecessary pain!” he sort of barked. Duncan Robert didn't argue, and the doctor put the cast on and we went home .
    Duncan Robert was quiet and turned in soon after dinner that night. I stayed up doing some mending. Before I went to bed, I went down the hall to check on him, to see if his cast was causing him any trouble sleeping. As I walked down the dark hall to his door, I could see light coming from under it, brightening the hall. The light wasn't steady, it was colorful and it fluctuated. I remember thinking, “What in the world does he have going?” I was thinking video game or the small old television of his grandma's, though it's a black and white. I knocked gently and receiving no answer, I slowly opened the door to peek in. Colorful balls of light were traveling around the edges of the ceiling. Each was a different color, about eight inches in diameter, and traveling fast. I caught my breath and looked at his bed. He was lying quietly, eyes closed, his right hand over the cast on his left arm. “Duncan Robert!” I called to him. “What is going on?” He opened his eyes to look at me and said, “What?” Then he went back to sleep. I sat on the floor next to his bed until the lights stopped. It all felt very peaceful. He stayed asleep. I put my hand on his cast, and it was warm. I didn't know what to think. I went to bed .
    The next morning, he had to leave for the restaurant, despite his arm. “I need the money, and there are still some things I can do.” I asked him about the lights. He looked at me as if I was crazy. “I don't know about any lights. I just fell asleep holding the cast and thinking of healing. My arm feels great. I think it's healed.” I gave him a kiss on his way out. “I guess we'll know Friday.”
    That Friday, the doctor was all set for surgery. He wanted Duncan Robert to check into the hospital that afternoon for surgery in the morning. All Duncan Robert said was, “Let's do the x-ray.” They went into x-ray, and when they came out, the doctor was shaking his head. They had taken the cast off to do the x-ray, and Duncan Robert was rubbing his arm .
    “It's healed,” the doctor said quietly, looking at no one. “There's no sign of any break whatsoever. It's as if it never happened. I wouldn't believe it if I didn't have the first x-ray in front of me.” He looked at Duncan Robert. “I asked him what happened, but he says he doesn't know. Do you?”
    “I have no idea. I'm as surprised as you are.”
    “Well, somebody did something, because that fracture is gone. I'd like an explanation.”
    “I don't have one,” I said and looked at Duncan Robert .
    He shrugged. “It healed.”
    And then we walked out .
    She looked at me. “Don't ask. I don't know what it means. It's like seeing his grandma. There are things he does and knows that didn't come from me, so I don't know where they came from. Here's something with outside verification, and we still don't know what to do with it.”
    “What did Duncan Robert say?”
    “Nothing! He's better at accepting these things, not having to endlessly worry over them. He did say, ‘I knew I wasn't having surgery.’”
    “I've heard of other spontaneous healings, though I don't hear of them often. Usually they're associated with a religious effort. I've never heard of this flashing light phenomenon.”
    “Well, imagine seeing it in the middle of the night, happening over your son's head. If it hadn't felt so benign, I might have gotten more upset. But it just didn't feel bad.”

    I was beginning to see a pattern emerge, of openness to alternate views of death and God. The parameters of a life that could permit a jump begin to