Miracle stories told during the Christmas season usually come packaged neatly with tidy endings that produce tears of happiness and smiles all around.
This one is different.
Though it's being told on Christmas Eve, this story set in Newport Beach is about a slow-motion miracle that's been unfolding daily in nearly indiscernible increments over the past six years. And the ending may still be decades away.
Maybe because of those characteristics and the undaunted courage of the story's real-life characters, this tale is as inspirational as any — Christmas or otherwise — you'll ever hear.
As a young boy, Cade Feitler could have been accurately described as wild, in the best sense of the word. The Dover Shores kid with a quick smile and posse of friends was a high-energy skateboarder, snowboarder, surfer, basketball player and junior lifeguard. The term "all boy" comes to mind.
The day after he turned 13 in early 2005, Cade's mother, Lisa, drove him and his big sister, 16-year-old McKenzie, to get something to eat after school. At the intersection of Newport Boulevard and Industrial Way, a driver going to a doctor's appointment ran a red light and broadsided the family's car.