Miracles
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The romantics would call this a love story, the ics would call it a tragedy. In my mind its a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not ge the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path Ive chosen to follow. I have no plaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough plaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path Ive chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldnt have had it any other way.
Time, unfortunately, doesnt make it easy to stay on course. The path is straight as ever, but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime. Until three years ago it would have been easy to ignore, but its impossible now. There is a siess rolling through my body;<dfn></dfn> Im her strong nor healthy, and my days are spent like an old party balloon: listless, spongy, and growing softer over time.
I cough, and through squinted eyes I check my watch. I realize it is time to go.
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A person get used to anything, if given enough time.
I hear the muffled sounds in the distand kly who is making those sounds. Then the nurses see me and we smile at each other and exge greetings.
They are my friends aalk often, but I am sure they wonder about me and the things that I gh every day. I listen as they begin to whisper among themselves as I pass.
"There he goes again," I hear, "I hope it turns out well." But they say nothing directly to me about it. Im sure they think it would hurt me to talk about it so early in the m, and knowing myself as I do, I think theyre probably right.
A mier, I reach the room. The door has been propped open for me, as it usually is. There are two others in the room, and they too smile at me as I enter.
"Good m," they say with cheery voices, and I take a moment to ask about the kids and the schools and uping vacations. We talk above the g for a minute or so. They do not seem to notice; they have bee numb to it, but then again, so have I.
Afterward I sit in the chair that has e to be shaped like me. They are finishing up now; her clothes are on, but still she is g. It will bee quieter after they leave, I know. The excitement of the m always upsets her, and today is no exception. Finally the shade is opened and the nurses walk out. Both of them touch me and smile as they walk by. I wonder what this means.
I sit for just a sed and stare at her, but she doesurn the look. I uand, for she doesnt know who I am. Im a strao her. Then, turning away, I bow my head and pray silently for the strength I know I will need. I have always been a firm believer in God and the power of prayer, though to be ho, my faith has made for (bring forward) a list of questions I definitely want answered after Im gone.
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There is always a moment right before I begin to read the story when my mind s, and I wonder, Will it happen today? I dont know, for I never know beforehand, and deep down it really doesnt matter. Its the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee, a sort of wager on my part. And though you may call me a dreamer or fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.
I realize the odds, and sce, are against me. But sce is not the total ahis I know, this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and occur withard to the natural order of things. So once again, just as I do every day, I begin to read the notebook aloud, so that she hear it, in the hope that the miracle that has e to dominate my life will once again prevail. And maybe, just maybe, it will.
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