Two significant events took place when Jesus was about 20. They initially impacted six lives but millions since it took place.

Something profound happened to two families, both in the same year. Jesus was about twenty years old at the time, but the events took place several miles from his home. That year Jairus and his wife had a baby. Though initially they might have been disappointed the baby was a girl, such a feeling quickly subsided in the joy of having a happy, healthy child. Their only child.  No doubt she soon became Daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye. And so the years passed in joy.
The year that joy came to Jairus’ family, a woman in the same community lost her health. She began to bleed and the bleeding didn’t stop. This meant that she was ceremonially unclean and would only be able to participate in worship from a distance, for 12 years. The chronic problem forced her to seek help from one doctor after another. Soon she had spent everyone and the problem was worse. Twelve years of joy; twelve years of sorrow. All this while Jesus did the work of a carpenter.
Then one day the girl got sick. A shadow was suddenly cast over the twelve years of joy as her condition worsened. Family and friends gathered. Nothing could be done. Her life was ebbing away. Suddenly on this day both families were in pain.
Jairus heard that Jesus was in town. He had just come from the Gadarenes. Stories would follow that the people there asked Him to leave. Here he was welcomed. Other stories had preceded Him that Jesus had the power of God on His life. Jairus dared to believe. Surely He would be able to heal his little girl, if only he could get to Jesus in time.
The woman too had heard of Jesus and His power to heal. She was also looking for him. Both had a measure of hope.
When Jairus found Jesus, “he fell down at Jesus’ feet, and besought him that he would come into his house.” Pride would not stand in the way of his expressing the urgency he felt. Jesus agreed to go. A mob thronged Him as he walked and in that mob was the woman. As he drew close, she knelt down and touched the hem of his robe. Immediately she knew that what the doctors could not do in twelve years Jesus had done at a touch. Jesus stopped and turned about. “Who touched me?” He asked. The woman trembled. Jairus must have felt increasing impatience. What could be more important than to get to his girl in time? But Jesus took the time to minister to the woman. Her fear turned to joy as he told her, “thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.” Her joy would now be lasting.
But in the delay, the girl died. As they resumed the trip to Jairus’ home, friends arrived, telling him the sad news. “It’s too late.” By taking time to help another, his own need had failed to be met. After twelve years of sorrow, the woman had joy. After twelve years of joy, Jairus was filled with sorrow. Perhaps he felt anger toward the woman. Then Jesus said, “Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.” When they arrived, the sadness of death filled the air as friends and relatives wailed. But their wailing turned to scornful laughter when He said, “Weep not; she is not dead, but sleepeth.” Because of their unbelief, they were excluded from the miracle. Only three disciples and the parents entered the room where the lifeless body lay. Taking her by the hand, Jesus said, “Little girl, I say unto thee, arise.” Immediately life returned to her body, and to their home. The parents were dumbfounded! ‘Too late’ was, indeed, too limiting for such power! The joyful reunion is left to our imagination. But Jesus admonished them, “tell no man what was done.” The scorners would see what happened, but would not be told how.
What a mix of emotions filled those twelve years and especially that one day. Faith won the day. Those with it saw the power of God. Those without saw nothing.

(from Luke 8:40-56)