Miracles Can Always Happen

In July 14, 2001 I was 2 years old. My mother was 26 and she tells people that miracles can and do happen. That summer my family and I experienced one. July 14 was a typical summer for me and my family. Just before 5 p.m.my mom was busy in our second floor, south end apartment, preparing to take me and my brothers to the Whaling City Festival. My father and my two out of the three of my brothers were waiting outside. My brothers were excited to return to the festival, which we had always attended the previous evening. As my mom went about gathering sweaters and filling my bottle for I was unnoticed heading out the kitchen door and started down the stairs leading to the street. Looking back, my mom believed the excitement in the air and I seeing my father waiting at the door and then headed across the street to where my father was standing, crossing between two parked cars. I not yet three feet tall, couldn’t be seen by the driver of the black Toyota Celica that had just turned onto the street. According to my police report, the driver slammed on his brakes when he saw me, locking them, and leaving almost 14 feet of skid marks.it still wasn`t enough to avoid hitting me. Though results of both a CAT scan and ultrasound of my abdomen came back normal. For my mom, there is no doubt that my survival and almost total lack of injury is miraculous. A week after the accident my mom gave a testimony of the miracle at our church, Igreja Evangelical Pentostal in Seekonk. Standing in front of the congregation, my mom told her story through a lot of tears and gave thanks to God that he performed a miracle. My mom hopes that by continuing to tell her story she will help others believe in the possibility of miracles. She has documented the events of that day, neatly organizing in a special folder the police report of the accident, the results of all my medical test results, and a hand-drawn illustration showing the house, the parked cars, and the distance between the spot I was hit and the place I landed. Long before my accident, my mom says she believed in miracles. She has witnessed church miracles and has had her own experience of receiving help while recovering from difficult medical problems. She believes that opening your heart to God is one way of making room for the miraculous. “If it`s in your heart,” she said, “it`s going to happen.” Have you had a miracle in life?

~r.m.s. jacob g.