This Week : Miracles
Miracles only happen to people who believe in miracles. But to many people, when something magical happen they say "oh its just a coincidence", or "this is something that we can explain "…
So i'm going to use this oppurtunity to ask to share miracles that happened to you to encourage others to believe in the Extraordinary.
Thank you very much,
Paulo
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You are too right Mr. Coelho, people need to realise there are no such thing as coincedences, only crossed paths. I can state 3 major times in my life that slammed the word 'coincidence' into the wall, kicked it in the nards and crushed it underfoot to expose the miraclulous middle each time.The first happened at age 17. For almost a year and a half, I experienced what felt horribly like migraine headaches. the pain, intense and omnipresent, would not be deminished by changing circumstances. lights on/off; sound-lack there of; standing/sitting; crying/screaming/moaning- all led to just more pain. I lived in a small town at the time (one stoplight, population of under 2000...) The local hospital the night Doc at The local hospital was only on call . Now having myself been caught at age 14 trying some pot behind the arena, They assumed I was in looking for drugs as the 'Migraine' -and it does deserve a capital M :P-would b#!ch-slap me once or twice a month into going to Emergency for help. My superintendent would be terrified each time seeing the color drained from my face and the almost insane step I would take to try to rid myself of it, and call an ambulance regardless of my cries not to. (each ride cost me $50, and as a teen that was unexcusable waste concidering the hospital was a 15 minute walk and there were a few georgeously strong footballers in my building that could carry me as if I was light as a loaf of bread).
The doctor would come into the exam room, sign the papers, giving the nurse permission to pull out a large siringe of morphine and wallop it into my buttcheek with obvious pleasure. (I still imagine she is the original nurse that Mr.King used to form the character for Misery)
Well at 17, A sweet small town such as this tends to cause you to see your future similar to that of a lab rat in an unopenable maze. the local IGA or Liquor store seem to be the only places you'll make a name. I was already cutting out Nobel prize winners each year from the paper, and was pretty sure I wouldn't be a winnermyself while l spending my days repeating "paper or plastic?" unlss I could form a interdimensional rift to swallow me - or the town instead.... hmm have to come back to that thought!
On Oct 31, I had my closest friends drive me downtown Toronto (Ontario, Canada) to start the adventure of being a street'kid'.
Come Xmas my new friends and I went to the local drop-in to eat at the massive Christmas dinner/present give-away. My merry band consisted of myself, my new boyfriend(Gordo), My 'bestest' friend Crystal, and her boyfriend/babyfather Gunner. About 2-3 hours after eating, we discovered the only place to have a beer was at the Delta Chelsea Hotel across the road their small bar was the only place that wasn't private or blacktie, and we looked as far from blacktie as there was. Anyways, as we were about to set out to drink ourselves intothe box part of boxing day my head and belly started to do that horrid dance I recalled from before. I began heaving and was shocked to find I hadn't digested dinner at all! I encouraged my friends to begin drinking without me but the nausea increased and within an hour we were on the subway to my boyfriends place in the suburbs to get me some rest. At this point I was empty and the dry heaves wer becoming constant anyways. Shortly after reaching his house they realised I couldn't lift my head from the side of the toilet and couldn't talk for I was consistantly heaving although my guts were empty.
Now, picture, both Gunner and Crystal are over 6', He sported large green Mowhawk, and weighed in at about 350lbs. Crystal and I shared the "Chelsea-cut" look - our heads were shaved except for a thin fringe at the back bottom and thin banges to match. Gordo was alone in just looking grungy.lol
Beig in the suburbs meant no public phones, and you can bet NO ONE was letting us in to use their phones. My poor friends were forced to carry me to the main highway, about 10 minutes from us, and we lucked out that a taxi went by not long after we arrived there. It took little prompting to get him to look at me and he realized that I was in some seriously bad shape and drove us for free. (Thank you again my Santa and his sleigh! )
We reached the hospital around 10:30 and saw a doctor sooner than most. He tapped my poor stomach few times , looked t the clock and let out a not unkind laughas he spoke.
"This really is your 11th hour Miss Flanagan..." He began, causing me to check the time-10:57pm. "You have Gallstones-alot it seems and in about an hour your gallbladder would have exploded.
Yup, a few- they removed my gallbladder 2 days later after reducing the swelling and infectionenough. I had been blessed with 27 gallstones 2 bleeding ulcers and a Hiatal hernia. Youngest canadian to have Gallstones removed at that time.
THE REAL MIRACLE HAPPENED 8 MONTHS LATER.......
My street brother and his best friend -who were a little drunk the following August, end up stabbed by a guy we all knew who huffed glue and was trippping out to get another tube, which they refused to pay for...
Later that week I am walking with two large muscular
I was imbued with a few warming shots of good ole Silver Teq-kill-ya and desided to kick him. I proceeded to beat the snot out of him and he ran off. Causing me to feel even cockier.I picked up my bomberjacket, and heard m friend scream my name- I turned in tinme to hear the Huffer growl "DIE BITCH". If I had not turned to my friends voice the blade would have Ripped my stomach wide open slilling my Tequilla. Instead the seraded edge tore thru my bent elbow, cuttingmuscle and chipping bone, before plunging 6" into my side.
EXACTLY WHERE MY GALLBLADDER WAS UP UNTIL 8 MONTHS BEFORE
IF the doctors had tried to see what was wrong with me originally, instead of just giving me a morphine shot, IF I had the sense to go talk to my doctor about it when I wasn't in extreme pain. they more than likely would have found the problem.most gallbladder apin is confused with migraine pain as it is so intense.
If they found the stones earlier, they could have removed them not my gallbladder. And that August- one month after my 18th birthday, he would have punctured it- and by the time the ambulance showed up and got me to hospital, the doctors stated I would have been to far gone, it would have been 5 horrific days of unending pain that they could do nothing about.
A long story but one I'm sure screams NO COINCIDENCES!
Happy Hallow'een
Or Samhain for the rest of us.
Blessed BE
omg such a long post I appologise for dragging on.I shall try to be blunt and short with the telling of my other "miracle"
My Husband had kidnapped my daugbter Samantha Grace 3 months before her 2nd birthday. I am unable to cross the border and he possesses a duel citizenship. Therefore after I caught him cheating, He allowed his fathers horrible prejudices to convince him to take my daughter, skip out to the states, where I am unable to follow and raise her alone. The most horrid thing that ever happened to me.
Of course I quickly faded from the radar of my friends and eteneded family. The pain of having to repeat what Jon did was too much and I was trying with all my strenght just to keep a hold on reality let alone describe it to others ona regular basis.
One ofthe people I pushed out of my life was my daughters' Godfather, Myles.
5 Years after having lost her, i was constantly immersed in online role-playing games especially ones running 24/7 that the whole world could play. Or at least 24/7 that anyone who didn/t know me could play
One day while playing such a game, a fellow Torontarian offered me a stratigic hiding place inorder to allow me a better chance to dance on the grave of one evil green dragon I was having problems slaying. I thanked him , but declined, wary of getting involved in even the most harmless platonic relationships. But we hit it off Loathe as I was to admit it and something about the player 'Greenbearer' felt familiar. We exchanged a bare minimum of info.. He mentioned a brother in my part of town and we had similar taste in fighting styles and choices of weapons and prey.
For 2 weeks we met, chatted when both online. and it felt good to have a friend, especially one that knew nothing of my pain and never inquired into anything personal.
It was a Saturday, and I was out shopping with my neighbor, when we ran into Greg, Myles's( daughters godfather) brother-in-law. He inquired into my habits, computer and otherwise, and I explained a pencance for a game called Tibia. The graphics were a little basic, but the premise and comadre was worthit.
Greg laughed and stated that Myles was also into the game. I laughed and started t state that this aquaintance I met online 'Greenbearer' reminded me of Myles when I noticed Gregs face go whiter than bleached bone. That shut me up in time to hear him spit out-"That IS MYLES"
2 weeks, 2BLOODY WEEKS we had been friends unwittingly.
Now to add a little more so you understand the vastness of this game.
1. At that time Tibia consisted of 15 servers(worlds)
2. Each server contained at least 8-13,000 players.
3. Each world has approx. 12 major cities, let alone millions of other places to be found in. the chances of us meeting, nknowingly?
Well, I dont do gambling, but I spent $20 on lotto tickets that night.
Dang Than
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Hanoi-Vietnam