Thinking about miracles...

Today, I was leaving my house in my car when I passed my neighbor Francine driving past in her car...and we waved. This normally wouldn't have been any great shocker to me, except it was the first time I had seen her drive since she woke up. She suffered a major stroke NY eve after she went to sleep. She was discovered the next day when she hadn't woken up and it was 9am. Francine is originally from France...the injury was so severe, they had to transfer to the only hospital in the area that could handle a head injury like that and advised her husband to "call relatives from France in case they wanted to be here before it was too late". They said IF she ever woke up, she would most likely be a vegetable. She developed fevers and infections and set backs. She did wake, though. When she woke, and finally did talk, she only spoke French (ironically, the specialist she had had that saved her life was also French). She came home and had slurring, frozen shoulder, we cheered for her when she managed to slowly make her way up the stairs, we watched her struggle for the words in English to holding a conversation with hardly any problems...and today, i saw her drive...on her own...just 8 months after suffering an almost life-ending injury.
I also follow another blog called nienie dialogues. Stephanie Nielsen was in a plane crash 1 year ago that left her with burns over 80% of her body...and in a medically induced coma for 4 months. She was able to go home at Christmas but has endured so much painful therapy and trying to relate to her "old" self in her "new" body. She has down days...but she is so positive. The fact that she lived is a miracle...but she isn't just surviving...she is LIVING...and doing it better than some of us ever will....

So my thoughts on miracles is this...they do happen. Not all the time, but they do happen. I feel privalaged that just in since January, I have been able to witness two of those miracles.