This I Believe
Miracles, even the smallest, most insignificant ones are the most important of all life’s experiences. Many people believe that miracles are for the superstitious or the highly religious, but that is simply because they themselves have not, or can not, see the small miracles happening around them every day.
When I was a little kid, about six years old, my grandfather was hospitalized with a severe case of pneumonia. As soon as the doctors would let me, I ran into his room, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw for myself just how sick he was. Seeing him lying there extremely pale and helpless made me feel like I was becoming just as sick and helpless as he was. Later that night, my parents, noticing my immediate deterioration, encouraged me to go to my room and pray for Grandpa to get better. So I did. At first I did not know what I was going to say, or even ask for. But by the nights end, I had cried my prayers into my pillow until I had fallen asleep. The next afternoon my mom came into my room to tell me that Grandpa was back home, completely cured of his pneumonia. After only spending a day in the hospital for an illness that most people spend weeks, my grandpa was sent home as if nothing had ever happened.
From that point on, I became aware of each and every event that happened in my life that could not be explained. From the little things like finding an old forgotten journal entry that I had written just as a reflection, but now, it helps to keep my sanity during a tough time; to bigger things that are too numerous to mention. Sometimes I look at the people in the hallways and wonder what miracles have brought them to the place in their lives that they are today. But I think that even the smallest of miracles keep people looking for an explanation, some scientific answer, and many people just shove miracles off as coincidences. But I believe that miracles are miracles precisely because they can not be explained.