Miracles I've Seen
Okay! So I stole. I was desperate, okay? I deeply regret what I did
and have learned that no matter how hard life gets we have to keep trying
harder and not be tempted. You have to admit it was a brilliant piece of
work; contracts, enticements, dodges and set-ups. It wasn't illegal but
it wasn't right. Just an opportunity to take advantage of some people who
didn't see their mistake. It wasn't the money. It was the intellectual
challenge that tempted me. I've returned all the property and have found
more socially cohesive ways to invest my limited intellect. Nonetheless I
did something I regret and will never do again, I stole.
The one thing I do regret, and you're going to think I'm crazy, is
that I stopped dreaming about flying. Up until I stole I always had these
beautiful dreams where I would just lift up and fly.
It's not uncommon for people to fly in their dreams and most say how
wonderful of an experience it was. Mine were the same. I'd be solving
problems, discovering new places, seeing the city from a different point
of view, the air and more. It's hard to describe just how beautiful the
flying dream experiences were, but they were real and I always woke up
wondering 'why can't we do something as simple as fly'.
But there you have it. I was an honest, hard working, kind,
conscientious, church raised citizen until the day I stole. I've always
believed in God and Jesus and that the social fabric of the Christian way
of life was necessary for our great country to survive. But there you
have it. I belayed that trust and I can no longer fly, in my dreams.
What happened? Do angels who love us very much, our guardian angels,
show us how to fly in our dreams, how to anticipate the best, how to dream
for the most we can be, how to get the look up and always look at the
best. Did my guardian angel become so disgusted with me when I stole,
that he left. He could no longer stand to be around one who committed
such a grievous sin and break one of the ten commandments: thous shalt no
steel.
I dearly miss the ability to fly in my dreams. There was so much hope.
So much good. I pray for forgiveness.
Now it's thirty years later. My eyes have been opened to see miracles
around me. Subtle things, little things. You wouldn't notice them if you
hadn't of had some recourse in miracles. They're so subtle. Many people
would not believe they are miracles and label me as crazy if I say so, but
how can we deny it. These are true out and out miracles given by gentle
beings that, I believe, don't want any recognition. Their compassion is
beyond my understanding. They are gentle, humble and provide these
miracles in the sincerest of forms that only a true believer would
recognize them as miracles and those who don't want to see them don't have
have to.
The first miracle I noticed was when my father died. He had bone
cancer, but he died without any bones breaking other than the first one,
his collar bone, which led us to take him to the doctor's office where we
discovered he had bone cancer. His bones were riddled with holes. It's a
scary diagnosis, but somehow, he lived the next seven months of his life
without breaking any more bones. Praise the Lord. I wouldn't wish that
tribulation on anyone and I'm so thankful, my father, who sacrificed so
much for me and mine, lived in comfort.
There was a whole series of miracles preceding his death. He didn't
have to take morphine. We were deathly afraid of morphine and my father
expressed a concern for his cognitive ability if he took it. Hospice was
coming out to the house to help take care of my father and their primary
take was morphine. They strongly recommended he take it. We debated the
issue. Some family members wanted him to take, others didn't. Some of
the hospice nurses got donw right angry. We won out had he didn't, until
the last couple of days when he had a very diluted trial dosage.
Amazingly, and this is probably the miracle, he kept cognitive ability to
the end and was able to use an over the counter pain killer instead.
Another miracle involving my Dad was that he was diagnosed to be
loosing his site a few years prior but never lost it. He had also had
high blood pressure that went away.
Miracles that have affected me are probably less obvious. I've
learned to forgive people. I've been given a reprieve on my health a
couple of times, I think to be able to help my parents in their declining
years.
Something happened the other day that just astounds me. I live in a
trailer surrounded by trees. Wind storms are scary. A couple of years
ago, 2006, we had a second only to the Columbus Day storm wind event that
took out power and roads for a week. I'm very fortunate to have made it
this far in this location without a tree taking out my trailer while I'm
inside possibly. So we had a storm brewing in the pacific, a couple of
weeks ago, in October (2016). The forecasts were definite. NOAA, the
weather stations, local TV and radio all predicted that path of this
record breaking wind storm right up to the last minute. And then for no
reason at all, fifty miles off the coast, the storm took a forty five
degree turn and headed North. The weather forecasters were bewildered.
Even one mentioned he had never seen anything like this, and they were all
absolutely sure, up until a couple of hours before the diversion that we
would be hit by this storm. I'm not an expert meteorologist, but I enjoy
the data, and I was perplexed. Thinking back on it it was an amazing
weather event, looking at the satellite pictures and all, it was as if an
Angel came down and stood there to divert this storm to protect some
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