Expect A Miracle
Miracle Story of the Week - From One Person To Another
August 27th 2010 08:46
Miracles of Family Category
It was about two and a half years ago when I logged onto my Face book account and read everybody's updated status that I saw R.I.P. John.
This can't be happening I had thought to myself. I ran to my phone and called one of my close friends and asked him if it was real. "He's gone, Red, the leukemia got the best of him,' I heard my friend say as he cried into the phone.
I hung up and walked to my parents, balling, telling them that one of my best friends, John, had passed away. The only other person I had lost who was close to me was my grandpa, but that was when I was nine.
When I lost John I lost a part of myself, I spent the last two years trying to get that person back.
The person who was wild and adventurous who had confidence unlike any other. There wasn't and still isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about John, and it was about three months ago that I let everything get the best of me, until my miracle arrived.
I was baptized Roman Catholic and made my first communion in the Catholic church as well, but when I tried to go to confirmation classes, the teacher told us there were restrictions to religion, and I just did not agree with that.
One day I came home crying from work because I had simply had enough. I was on a medication for my ADD and one of the side effects was depression. I was crying to my mom telling her that my life was one continuous circle going nowhere.
She held me as I cried telling me everything was going to be alright. Both my parents found my medication and threw it away, telling me to get a good night sleep and to look forward to becoming an aunt any day now.
My brother and sister-in-law were expecting and the due date was 2 weeks away. I went to bed that night and had never slept better until my mother woke me 6 hours later at 3:30am to tell me that my brother and sister-in-law were on the way to the hospital; the baby was coming.
Without waiting for my parents I raced out the door, still in pajamas, hair a mess, and not caring about anything else and made it to the hospital 15 minutes later, to be the first one there. An hour later, my beautiful nephew was born, 7 hours later, was when I finally got to see him.
I walked into the room with my other brother and other sister-in-law, and the new dad looked at me and said, "Red, you're going to hold him first." I sat down and he placed the small bundle in my arms, and I looked down and I cried. It was amazing how something so small could just trust you and sleep in your arms; a little man that would soon look at everyone as if they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The day my nephew was born was the day a new part of me grew. Although I lost part of me when John passed away, that doesn't mean that something new couldn't come into my life. When I was about to give up on miracles for good that little someone came at the perfect time.
Bernadette
Chicago
Illinois
United States of America
It was about two and a half years ago when I logged onto my Face book account and read everybody's updated status that I saw R.I.P. John.
This can't be happening I had thought to myself. I ran to my phone and called one of my close friends and asked him if it was real. "He's gone, Red, the leukemia got the best of him,' I heard my friend say as he cried into the phone.
I hung up and walked to my parents, balling, telling them that one of my best friends, John, had passed away. The only other person I had lost who was close to me was my grandpa, but that was when I was nine.
When I lost John I lost a part of myself, I spent the last two years trying to get that person back.
The person who was wild and adventurous who had confidence unlike any other. There wasn't and still isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about John, and it was about three months ago that I let everything get the best of me, until my miracle arrived.
I was baptized Roman Catholic and made my first communion in the Catholic church as well, but when I tried to go to confirmation classes, the teacher told us there were restrictions to religion, and I just did not agree with that.
One day I came home crying from work because I had simply had enough. I was on a medication for my ADD and one of the side effects was depression. I was crying to my mom telling her that my life was one continuous circle going nowhere.
She held me as I cried telling me everything was going to be alright. Both my parents found my medication and threw it away, telling me to get a good night sleep and to look forward to becoming an aunt any day now.
My brother and sister-in-law were expecting and the due date was 2 weeks away. I went to bed that night and had never slept better until my mother woke me 6 hours later at 3:30am to tell me that my brother and sister-in-law were on the way to the hospital; the baby was coming.
Without waiting for my parents I raced out the door, still in pajamas, hair a mess, and not caring about anything else and made it to the hospital 15 minutes later, to be the first one there. An hour later, my beautiful nephew was born, 7 hours later, was when I finally got to see him.
I walked into the room with my other brother and other sister-in-law, and the new dad looked at me and said, "Red, you're going to hold him first." I sat down and he placed the small bundle in my arms, and I looked down and I cried. It was amazing how something so small could just trust you and sleep in your arms; a little man that would soon look at everyone as if they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The day my nephew was born was the day a new part of me grew. Although I lost part of me when John passed away, that doesn't mean that something new couldn't come into my life. When I was about to give up on miracles for good that little someone came at the perfect time.
Bernadette
Chicago
Illinois
United States of America
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