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Miracles have personalities. Some are theatrical, others mysterious, and there
are those that cause conflict despite their clear intention to help. I am amazed
when the dramatic miracles make their splash, like when my friend Janet needed a
second kidney transplant and received one at the last moment. Finding a matching
donor for the second time wasn’t the only miracle; the donor ended up being a
friend she’d made at a convention in Florida. After forming a quick and fast bond
with the husband and wife there, the husband was killed in a car accident not long
after. By “happenstance”, of all people in the country waiting for a kidney, his was
a perfect match for her and ended up, with no planning or foreknowledge, across
the country to save her life.
It was a miracle that is the stuff of novels and television, but I must admit that
what truly makes me believe in miracles are the more subtle events that happen so
fluidly many people don’t give them true notice.
Once subtle miracle whispered to me just after New Year’s Day a few years
ago. I waited at a deli counter with my husband when an older woman dressed in a
smart tartan skirt, red sweater, and beret caught my eye. She had a reserved
elegance and grace, and when she pushed her cart next to us, I nearly heard
words spoken in my head, “Tell her.”
I touched her sleeve and said, “Excuse me, but I have to tell you that you are just
lovely.” The woman looked shocked, muttered awkward thanks, then looked away
quickly. In a moment, her eyes turned towards me again and began brimming with
tears.
“Thank you for saying something kind to me, especially today. My husband died
just before Christmas, and it’s been so hard.” I opened my arms and she fell into
them. I felt the shudders of her grief, tears streaming down my face too, knowing
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marriage, a soul mate, and now she was left to find her own way. When we faced
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“You’re the kind of woman I want to become.” I told her.
When we parted, I realized I never learned whom she was but had shared much
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squeezed. I suddenly appreciated him in a way I hadn’t before; it was a turning
point in our marriage.
Who received a miracle? I believe we were all given a gift on that day. That’s
how the subtle miracles happen. They aren’t flashy, but they save and change
more lives than many realize.


