The Miracles Hiding in Plain Sight.

Two guys I know recently had a baby. Their little man, Findlay, was born almost 4 months early, weighing a minuscule 490 grams. Dad’s wedding ring fit comfortably around his thigh. Fast forward to now – Findlay is 5 months old, fit and well, and the Dad’s level of panic has dialled back down to the mid-level mania that is standard procedure for parents the world over.

There is nothing like uncompromising devotion and near death to remind you that there are miracles EVERYWHERE – often hiding in plain sight and just begging to be noticed.

Here are a few I have recently spotted:

• It is a miracle that last week I flew in what is basically a fancy tin can, from one side of the world to the other. In the sky.
• It is a miracle that some of us are lucky enough to find one person who readily chooses to spend the rest of their lives with us, despite all the unlovable and annoying things we know to be true about ourselves.
• It is a miracle that someone can produce a piece of music so achingly beautiful it can literally bring me to tears, (or one so rhythmically precise it renders sitting still impossible.)
• It is a miracle that we can find a friend that we trust enough to show the most wounded, weird and f*cked up parts of ourselves, and who still decides to stick around, often making us laugh so hard in the process that a little bit of wee comes out.
• It is a miracle that two human beings can make another human being. And that they decide to do so willingly, despite the insane cost, serious hardship, lack of sleep, constant worry, regular contact with all manner of bodily fluids, not to mention the slow death of their social life and the knowledge that going forward, they will look considerably better in a modest one-piece.
• It is a miracle that we can have our hearts practically ripped to pieces, suffer through all kinds of unwelcome horrors and yet still somehow find a way to put ourselves back together again. Eventually.
• It’s a miracle that people choose to be nurses and teachers and policemen, tirelessly comforting, inspiring and protecting – undeterred by the crappy pay, the gaping wounds, the snot-nosed kids and the real likelihood they will no longer be asked to their friend’s parties.
• It is a miracle that a man name Raffaele Esposito, had the culinary foresight and ingrediental genius to invent the ‘Pizza Margherita’ in all its charred dough, smeared tomato, mozzarella topped glory.

I promise you, if you look hard enough my friend, there are miracles everywhere.

Keith Richards, aged 74 and still alive, par example.

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Photo Credit: trialsanderrors at Flicker . Photo is in the public domain.