Moments and Miracles

There are times when I am able to realize that most of the miracles that have occurred in my life, have occurred in moments. Some of them have been small and some have been grand. Some of them have changed my life in large sweeping ways and some in small, but significant ways. All of the miracles in my life have been people. They may have been doing the work of God, but that is not for me to decide. When I was in the first grade and it was the day of my first communion, me in all of my regalia and all of my family in attendance. My father had a break in his psyche, or so it seemed to me. What I remember is anger, fear and the need to escape. The police were involved and we all piled into a 65 Mustang with me still in the 1st Communion dress, possible the veil and my Barbie case. The person I most distinctly remember is this kid from up the street. His name was Michael and he was a foster child. I wasn't entirely sure of what that meant, but he was there and I was embarrassed. He wasn't much older than I was, but told me that I shouldn't worry-everything would be all right. I don't know why, but I instinctively believed him. I can't tell you if we ever had a conversation before that or after. But he was there and he was the miracle that I needed. I often wonder if he was even real. I hope that he has had great joy in his life. I hope that I have been able to touch someone in that way in my life. It would be nice to be part of a miracle.