Do you believe in miracles?
Today as the assistant and I were washing mom, the girl told mom, “You know what I’m thinking while I wash your back? I’m thinking that I’d like to see a miracle in my day. I’d like to see you get up out of this bed. That’s the prayer I’m saying while I wash your back.”
I find this incomprehensible, this talk about miracles. And I’ve seen miracles.
I’ve seen my niece born one pound nine ounces live, thrive, grow to be a beautiful and talented creature. I’ve seen New Orleans come back after a deluge of biblical proportions. So yes, I’ve seen my share of miracles.
But I find it nonsense to talk like this to someone who has no chance of getting out of that bed. Utter nonsense.