Do You Believe in Miracles?

I have a wonderful story to share, a true story to boot!  I am hesitant to share because I question how many will assume I am exaggerating or possibly making the whole thing up.  What would you say if I have wondered the same thing?  I have wondered if what happened at the tender age of seven actually occurred.  If it was God or it was coincidence.  I have asked my parents whom I have relied heavily upon telling me the details of my story, the facts about an unusual manifestation which was attacking my wee body, and how specialists in Boston were trying to figure out what my best options were.

I don’t want to offend anyone, or come across as holier than thou as anyone who knows me well, I am far from holy, far from being righteous or entitled.  Some may say I was lucky.  I say I was blessed, and as to why I was – I cannot say.  I am nothing special, I mean I cannot even score a date for Saturday night, but I was healed.  There – I said it.  I was healed, and it forever changed my life, for what would have been if I hadn’t been healed would have been a series of trips to the hospital for one surgery after another.

I will share my miracle another time.  Do you believe in miracles?  I do, but it is easy to believe in something when you’ve had the opportunity to experience it…

It doesn’t always work, but sometimes it does.