As you sit in the N.I.C.U. waiting room you get to no the stories behind all the people that are in there(what happened to them) and the family members that come to see them. Over the last six days Icame to no who is there for whom. When it comes time to go back to visit your loved one everyone gets up and goes down to the door 5 mins. before the door opens, as to not miss one second with your loved one. On this afternoon one of Karens cousins wanted to go back to see Adam, I told her to go in my place for a few mins. As they went down the hall,and the next family and the next and the next, I noticed a man sitting in a chair by himself, dressed in a green army fatigue jacket with a beard and brown hair. As the last person filed out of the room he got up walked by me and put his hand on my shoulder and said "Your son is going to be O.K" and then said some sort of prayer in a language I did not understand and left the room.I tell this story because he was there with no other family and when I asked other people about him no one knew him or had seen him. I never saw him again. But at that moment I had a calm come over me that has never been again. As this was truley Adams angel that had come to take him home. Yes you have to believe! The next day my son Adam died and my world as Karens, Micheals, and Kari's world changed forever.