"I am realistic. I expect miracles."
~Wayne Dyer
In my dotage, I find myself some-
where 'twixt and 'tween hoping
and believing.
We all need miracles and I believe
'tis the hoping and believing that
gets us through until they actually
happen. If you think about it, every-
thing, and yes, I mean everything,
is a miracle . . .
. . . Awaking to another day.
Breathing freely, albeit though
what might be fetid air. Enjoying
our children and friends. Going to
bed without any fear of not awaking.
And, we have the balls to say we
don't believe in miracles?! Who
the hell do we think we are?!
~!@#$%^&*()_+
Maybe what we need is to take
another look at the definition of
miracle. We all grew up on fairy
tales, didn't we?! Perhaps we
should have paid more attention
to the Grimm brothers rather than
the tales themselves.
For what I find is, our current day
understanding of miracles is pretty
grim.
You may think winning the lotto is
a miracle. But, there is no amount
of lotto that beats a hug from your
son, a coquettish smile from your
daughter, your father surviving a
car crash, eating and sleeping well
every day.
Methinks our job now is to have a
very serious look at this precious
word we bandy about so easily!
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