Have you ever witnessed a miracle? For me, the answer depends on how that term is defined. If we’re talking about turning water into wine or parting a sea, the answer is no. If, however, miracle is defined as “an extremely outstanding event or accomplishment,” I have, indeed, witnessed a miracle.
The accomplishment involved a graduation ceremony in which the Nebraska Dental College awarded a degree to a young man named Tony. While such an achievement is certainly praise-worthy, it is not the main idea because the miracle here lies not in the destination, but in the journey.
The journey began when, at age three, Tony and his younger sister were placed in a foster home. Over the next six years, they were moved to different homes, about once a year. He recalls some as “wonderful, loving homes, places where we wanted to stay, but never had the choice.” Others were not so good.
When he was nine Tony and his sister were adopted-by different families. Tony was now faced with the prospect of moving in with strangers and losing the close relationship of his sister, the only member of his biological family with whom he still had any contact. And then it got worse.
While he was in the seventh grade, Tony’s adoptive parents divorced. A year later his adoptive father died and at the end of his junior year in high school his adoptive mother remarried and moved to another state. At 17, Tony found himself living alone in a rented basement on a $300 per month Social Security pension with a bicycle and a paper route.
So how does a 17-year-old kid living in those circumstances cut a new path to college and dental school when the path he was put on clearly leads to minimum wage jobs if he is lucky, or public institutions if he isn’t? When I asked about this, he told me:
“I realized early on that to succeed I had to break away from the idea that I was helpless. I basically tried to convince myself that I could do anything if I worked hard enough.”
While some who knew of Tony’s situation expected him to quit high school, Tony never doubted that he would finish. “Quitting was just never an option. I didn’t entertain much hope of ever going to college, but finishing high school was something I knew I could do. It was within my power.”
The scope of Tony’s power expanded, significantly, when he won an art scholarship to small college that soon led to a full-tuition scholarship at the Kansas City Art Institute. After he was “bumped up” to advanced courses and ready to accept a job at Hallmark Cards, his career aspirations suddenly took a new direction.
“I was doing some yard work and odd jobs for this dentist. Just out the blue, he told me I had great hands and that I ought to think about being a dentist. At first, I thought he was kidding, but I couldn’t help thinking about it. I talked to other dentists, talked to counselors, and even wrote a research paper about it. The more I learned, the more I knew it was for me. The next fall I was in dental college.”
The place was packed four years later when Tony and his classmates gathered to receive their degrees. Family members cheered and one graduate even got a blast from a concealed air horn. But it was pretty quiet when Tony’s name was called, at least until the dean announced that he had finished first in the class, with “Highest Distinction,” the only time the Nebraska Dentistry College had ever conferred such an honor. It brought a standing ovation, polite and respectful, but not really enthusiastic.
Had they only known of his miraculous journey they would still be there, standing and cheering.

