Miracles, They Do Come True…..

Albert Einstein once said, “ There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” Although, some may believe in the first option, I choose to live every moment as a miracle. Fortunately for me, I was introduced to the assurance of miracles at an exceptionally young age. While this exposure shaped my personality and beliefs, it also gave me a unique outlook on situations that have occurred throughout my life.

If someone were to ask me what is my first childhood memory, I would say my mother regaining her eyesight. Being the youngest child of my family, I barely remember when she lost her eyesight, so this reply may sound a little backwards to most. However, I find comfort in knowing that my first childhood memory is clearly a miracle. Although, I can faintly recall those days when my mother had to walk me to my new first grade class with a blind walking stick, or the times when I had to tell her when to step up onto the curb; those memories are blurred compared to the day she came home, able to see her three girls again. I was seven years old the first time my mother could follow my movements without a blank stare. This not only gave me inspiration, but because 20 years later she still has her eyesight, this gives me hope when I come against the unbelievable.

Ironically, a few months after my mother regained her eyesight, my father was diagnosed with severe kidney failure. Still very young, this was extremely traumatic for me. I thought my dad was going to die. Seeing him so stiff and frail on the hospital bed broke my fragile heart. I had admired my dad for so long, the thought of loosing him never occurred. This was one of those moments when I felt as if I was in a dream falling into thin air, not knowing where I was going to land. The only thing my family could do at this point, was pray. After days of going back and fourth to the hospital, the doctor finally told us that my dad would never recover from this disease. They suggested he began dialysis treatments and declared he had two to five years to live. Although, our family was devastated, my dad never asked for pity. He faithfully went to his treatments three days a week as he slowly began to regain his strength. I am now 23 years old, and my father is still alive. Even though he still has kidney failure, he has had the opportunity to see all three of his daughters graduate from high school and college. In addition, he has witnessed our transition from adolescent to adulthood, he has seen our triumphs, and gave us encouragement when we have failed. Lastly, my dad has been blessed to see all four of his grandchildren join our family, and will most likely be around to see many more come. My dad’s circumstance is an example of a true miracle.

I have seen miracles take place since I was little girl, and I witnessed many more throughout my life. I believe although unfortunate circumstances may take place, we are not limited by those situations. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and the reason will most likely prepare you for your success. I believe in the unbelievable, I believe in miracles.