Michael studied him for a moment.
“And you think you can help my daughter?”
“Only God knows for sure,” Jordan said softly. “But my grandmother said when the family believes and the patient wants to heal, the body listens.”
Emma clapped happily.
“Daddy, please let him try!”
Michael sighed.
“All right. Get in the car. Let’s go home and talk to my wife.”
Jordan hesitated.
“I’m poor, sir. I don’t want to bother you.”
“If you can help my daughter,” Michael said quietly, “you will never be a bother.”
The gates opened and the car drove into the mansion.
Inside, Michael introduced the boy to his wife, Laura, who looked immediately suspicious.
“A street kid is going to cure our daughter?” she said skeptically.
Jordan respectfully handed her a small worn notebook filled with drawings of plants, pressure points, and herbal mixtures.
Laura flipped through the pages. There was surprising detail and care.
“What do we have to lose?” Michael asked gently. “Nothing else has worked.”
After a long pause, Laura sighed.
“All right. But I stay with Emma the entire time.”
Jordan smiled.
“That’s fine, ma’am.”
Then Michael asked another question.
“Where do you live?”
Jordan hesitated.
“Under the overpass near the grocery store.”