Perodicticus potto
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From one of the New York Times's blogs. So nice to see one of these abandoned-child stories having a happy ending.
Danny called me that day, frantic. I found a baby! he shouted. I called 911, but I dont think they believed me. No ones coming. I dont want to leave the baby alone. Get down here and flag down a police car or something. By nature Danny is a remarkably calm person, so when I felt his heart pounding through the phone line, I knew I had to run.
When I got to the A/C/E subway exit on Eighth Avenue, Danny was still there, waiting for help to arrive. The baby, who had been left on the ground in a corner behind the turnstiles, was light-brown skinned and quiet, probably about a day old, wrapped in an oversize black sweatshirt ....
Three months later, Danny appeared in family court to give an account of finding the baby. Suddenly, the judge asked, Would you be interested in adopting this baby? The question stunned everyone in the courtroom, everyone except for Danny, who answered, simply, Yes.
But I know its not that easy, he said.
Well, it can be, assured the judge before barking out orders to commence with making him and, by extension, me, parents-to-be.