Miracles I've Seen
    Okay!  So I stole.  I was desperate, okay?  I deeply regret what I did 
and have learned that no matter how hard life gets we have to keep trying 
harder and not be tempted.  You have to admit it was a brilliant piece of 
work; contracts, enticements, dodges and set-ups.  It wasn't illegal but 
it wasn't right.  Just an opportunity to take advantage of some people who 
didn't see their mistake.  It wasn't the money.  It was the intellectual 
challenge that tempted me.  I've returned all the property and have found 
more socially cohesive ways to invest my limited intellect.  Nonetheless I 
did something I regret and will never do again, I stole.
    The one thing I do regret, and you're going to think I'm crazy, is 
that I stopped dreaming about flying.  Up until I stole I always had these 
beautiful dreams where I would just lift up and fly.
    It's not uncommon for people to fly in their dreams and most say how 
wonderful of an experience it was.  Mine were the same.  I'd be solving 
problems, discovering new places, seeing the city from a different point 
of view, the air and more.  It's hard to describe just how beautiful the 
flying dream experiences were, but they were real and I always woke up 
wondering 'why can't we do something as simple as fly'.
    But there you have it.  I was an honest, hard working, kind, 
conscientious, church raised citizen until the day I stole.  I've always 
believed in God and Jesus and that the social fabric of the Christian way 
of life was necessary for our great country to survive.  But there you 
have it.  I belayed that trust and I can no longer fly, in my dreams.
    What happened?  Do angels who love us very much, our guardian angels, 
show us how to fly in our dreams, how to anticipate the best, how to dream 
for the most we can be, how to get the look up and always look at the 
best.  Did my guardian angel become so disgusted with me when I stole, 
that he left.  He could no longer stand to be around one who committed 
such a grievous sin and break one of the ten commandments: thous shalt no 
steel.
   I dearly miss the ability to fly in my dreams.  There was so much hope.  
So much good.  I pray for forgiveness.
   Now it's thirty years later.  My eyes have been opened to see miracles 
around me.  Subtle things, little things.  You wouldn't notice them if you 
hadn't of had some recourse in miracles.  They're so subtle.  Many people 
would not believe they are miracles and label me as crazy if I say so, but 
how can we deny it.  These are true out and out miracles given by gentle 
beings that, I believe, don't want any recognition.  Their compassion is 
beyond my understanding.  They are gentle, humble and provide these 
miracles in the sincerest of forms that only a true believer would 
recognize them as miracles and those who don't want to see them don't have 
have to.
    The first miracle I noticed was when my father died.  He had bone 
cancer, but he died without any bones breaking other than the first one, 
his collar bone, which led us to take him to the doctor's office where we 
discovered he had bone cancer.  His bones were riddled with holes.  It's a 
scary diagnosis, but somehow, he lived the next seven months of his life 
without breaking any more bones.  Praise the Lord.  I wouldn't wish that 
tribulation on anyone and I'm so thankful, my father, who sacrificed so 
much for me and mine, lived in comfort.
   There was a whole series of miracles preceding his death.  He didn't 
have to take morphine.  We were deathly afraid of morphine and my father 
expressed a concern for his cognitive ability if he took it.  Hospice was 
coming out to the house to help take care of my father and their primary 
take was morphine.  They strongly recommended he take it.  We debated the 
issue.  Some family members wanted him to take, others didn't.  Some of 
the hospice nurses got donw right angry.  We won out had he didn't, until 
the last couple of days when he had a very diluted trial dosage.  
Amazingly, and this is probably the miracle, he kept cognitive ability to 
the end and was able to use an over the counter pain killer instead.
    Another miracle involving my Dad was that he was diagnosed to be 
loosing his site a few years prior but never lost it.  He had also had 
high blood pressure that went away.
    Miracles that have affected me are probably less obvious.  I've 
learned to forgive people.  I've been given a reprieve on my health a 
couple of times, I think to be able to help my parents in their declining 
years.
   Something happened the other day that just astounds me.  I live in a 
trailer surrounded by trees.  Wind storms are scary.  A couple of years 
ago, 2006, we had a second only to the Columbus Day storm wind event that 
took out power and roads for a week.  I'm very fortunate to have made it 
this far in this location without a tree taking out my trailer while I'm 
inside possibly.  So we had a storm brewing in the pacific, a couple of 
weeks ago, in October (2016).  The forecasts were definite.  NOAA, the 
weather stations, local TV and radio all predicted that path of this 
record breaking wind storm right up to the last minute.  And then for no 
reason at all, fifty miles off the coast, the storm took a forty five 
degree turn and headed North.  The weather forecasters were bewildered.  
Even one mentioned he had never seen anything like this, and they were all 
absolutely sure, up until a couple of hours before the diversion that we 
would be hit by this storm.  I'm not an expert meteorologist, but I enjoy 
the data, and I was perplexed.  Thinking back on it it was an amazing 
weather event, looking at the satellite pictures and all, it was as if an 
Angel came down and stood there to divert this storm to protect some 
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