A Barefoot Boy’s Touch: The Miracle in Room 317
The Barefoot Boy in Room 317 Hospitals, Richard had always believed, were places of science. Places of sterile certainty—where diagnoses were measured, treatments calculated, outcomes predicted. There was no room for superstition, no place for the unexplainable. Only reason. Until the day a barefoot boy stepped into his daughter’s room and rewrote everything Richard thought …