My son came into my life on this day in 1979, after a long night of birth pain for Mrs. O. I remember holding him outside the delivery room for at least a half hour, just looking at him. He didn't make a fuss. He just looked back. I couldn't believe the miracle of his life. Now, I'm amazed at what he's done with his life. ​He became a skilled physician. But, more importantly, he became a good man. A happy 38th birthday to Junior. Here's your Wild Card ...