Miracles

It was one of those beautiful sunny days.

I was sitting in a cafe people watching, enjoying being alive.

Having one of my conversations with myself about miracles.

Left brain saying, “It's a fantasy created by wishful thinking.”

Right brain trying to see it that way, but NO! Doesn't agree.

The fact that I'm sitting here is a miracle.

How many billions of sperm did I have to race against and win?

That determination, that intention.

That's a miracle.

I remember wandering around Yoyogi Park on one of my visits to Tokyo.

I found a beautiful cherry blossom tree to sit under.

I was dreaming of eating a salmon and cream pie,

Knowing that Japanese don't normally make pies.

Especially salmon and cream pies.

Not a minute later, I get a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around. It's my friend, Peter, handing me a salmon and cream pie.

That's a miracle.

I was in the audience listening to a lecture thinking

“I have reached a good enough level in my work.

Time to give back. Time I started giving lectures.

Dare I think that?”

 “Make a commitment to yourselves,” the lecturer said.

“Without a commitment nothing much can happen.”

“Yes,” I thought, “I'm going to start giving lectures.”

In the break, a man walked up to me and said:

“I have a company, the lecturer is sick.

I desperately need someone with your knowledge. Now!

Please help!”

I was standing staring at him, thinking:

A Miracle