Miracles, it is something that keeps me going each and every day. I believe a miracle is something that can’t be explained by anyone, but an experience made to enhance life, the most precious gift of all. I believe in God because it can’t just be a coincidence that everything is the way it is.
At the age of 16, I almost died. I should have died. It was a hard time in my life, which is not what I had thought of when I heard stories of miracles. I shouldn’t have lived, but I was saved and here I am. Why couldn’t people who cherish life, and are better people be spare instead of me? I felt guilty to be the recipient of a miracle. I was not worthy to be saved. A car accident with a semi coming at me was all I could think about for the next 6 months. It came to me after a while of meditating, and writing poetry that it was a reality check. It was a miracle that I lived, and that I should appreciate it not doubt it. Also, it was a wake up call that I needed to help others and enhancing their lives, and in turn my own life.
I started living my life in a positive way, and strived to help others. However, little by little, I started going back to my previous ways of caring more about myself. For example, I was planning on doing my Boy Scout eagle project and was dismayed by stories of the strictness of the scoutmaster. Every person I knew that was doing an eagle project had theirs turned down multiple times because he felt it wasn’t enough. Every other scoutmaster would have passed off the projects, except him. It was just a well known fact. I presented him with an idea that I would gather 40 people to work for an entire evening, and make wooden cars for war torn children in the Middle East. He of course turned it down, making me bitter, and not wanting to do the project. I ended up going to the factory four different times to make cars. Instead of the 200-300 cars planned originally, my cohorts and I ended up producing close to 800 cars, and another 200 hundred were unfinished. I wasn’t sure why I had to do so much, until I saw it in a different spectrum. I was to make a difference in someone’s lives, and by going more times, I ended up being able to help hundreds of more lives. Hundreds! The letter I received in gratitude from my service project described the joy from having just a toy, a wooden car, a miracle. It’s ironic, a car almost killed me, but I was saved. It was a miracle. In turn, I made cars, gave hundreds of kids hope, and they learned that someone out there cares, though they know not why.
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