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Tristan James Jannati - The Real-Life Superman

Just when you think you are being dealt a terrible hand, God shows you how blessed you really are.

When I was in college, I was a "babe" for the fraternity Zeta Chi. Howard Payne is a small school and the fraternities and sororities aren't nationally recognized, but that allowed us to create our own rules. These guys were, and many still are, my absolutely best friends. They welcomed me with open arms into the madness and I jumped in head first. I even became more involved than some of the members. When someone needed a fishing buddy, they called me. When someone wanted to go play a round of golf, they called me. I really was one of the guys, and I am eternally grateful to this group of men for giving me a better college experience than I could have ever imagined.

But, this post isn't about me. This post is about a brother of mine. He and his girlfriend gave birth to a sweet baby two months early. Tristan James Jannati was born at just under 4 pounds and was diagnosed with Periventricular Leukomalacia at about a week old. They've started a few donation pages, raised enough money to travel to Louisiana for two months to start an experimental treatment for their son and have been blessed to watch Tristan grow when doctors told them to leave him behind and go forward with their lives without him.

Their story was featured on the news last night and I wanted to share that today. I cannot imagine being as strong as Cameron and Morgan have been for the past year and a half. I think about that sweet baby of yours daily. You and Morgan are on our prayer list. This is my very little corner of the World Wide Web and today, I'm hoping to spread the word about your sweet family.

Thank you for taking the time to watch their story and visit their donation pages. If you have the means, please donate what you can. Prayers are even more welcome. This family deserves every good thing that comes their way and have braved the unimaginable. I know God is smiling down every time that little boy laughs, knowing He gave Tristan to exactly the right parents.


  1. Wow Jack great job getting this out here! I will definitely be giving a donation on pay day Friday:)


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