Everyone is a “miracle person”. We don’t beat our hearts, regenerate our cells, breath our breaths. Whatever does that is a miracle, no matter the spiritual/religious/scientific principle that rules the mind.
But when I think of Miracle People, I think of those who have defied the odds. A lot of you have done that, and either recognize or do not recognize it. I lived through a brush with death in 2007, when MRSA pulled my body to the edge.
Mom was (is) a clear miracle. She lived 13 years after a Pancreatic Cancer diagnosis. Who did that? No one did that back in the early 2000’s. Mom was stitched together by doctors, prayers and a Divine editor of some sort.
You are a miracle!
I apologize ahead for this, because Wendi is a humble person. But she is a grand Miracle Person as well, having lived after being literally dead. I’m glad that choice was made by All that Is, ’cause I can’t imagine a world without her, and the gifts she shares, and all the gifts of history to young women in the Scouting community!
I could list so many of you. Christine could have popped off the planet this last winter, struggling with, what I never heard her call, advanced pneumonia, coupled with a second term miscarriage. Crazy! And we are all honored by her, and how she touches hearts with contributions smattered throughout our universe.
You are a Miracle Person. Maybe a quick save from death in a car collision. Maybe an obvious battle with addiction. Maybe a long medical battle, or a short mental one where you didn’t pull the trigger. You might have come through unspoken abuse that didn’t quite make it to death. It’s a long list.
And you are a Miracle Person (intentionally redundant). We are honored by your presence. We rejoice in your breath. We appreciate every heartbeat. You make a difference, just by being yourself, just by being in the present world. It is very individual to me right now, and hopefully I can share how you have changed my life. I am so honored and touched!