Yesterday I had an awful day at the hospital. When I finally was allowed to go home, I was so happy to leave. When I walked out, the first I saw was the moon, looking beautiful in the bright blue sky. It was right across from the hospitals' front door, and a streak of an air plane went straight through it. I was so in awe, that I had to stop to catch a breath, both physical, mental and spiritual. When I walked to the car I felt my energy come back with each breath.

Then we had to pay for the parking ticket. It took a while as there was a woman shouting at a parking attendant. Finally we got to pay, and we walked back to the car. Then the second miracle happened. Moments after my husband started the engine, the song I had longed to hear all day (and could not listen to because the battery of my ipod had died) started to play on the radio.

It was on a station where they never play Tori, but now, they did. I sat back in the car, and finally let my tears run down my cheeks, all the fear just left my body. I came home, put my pj's on and crawled in bed, with a smile on my face.

Miracles happen, just keep your eyes open and you will see them.

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