The Miracle of Miracles


Do you believe in miracles and fairy tales?

A miracle according to Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary is a wonder, an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, accomplishment. A fairy is a mythical being of folklore and romance usually having diminutive form and magic powers. And a fairy tale is a tale marked by unusual grace or beauty.

While the Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary of Current English defines a miracle as an act or event, something good or welcome, which does not follow the known laws of nature; a remarkable and surprising event. A fairy as a small imaginary being with supernatural powers, able to help or harm human beings. And a fairy tale is a tale about fairies, or an untrue account.

Don’t you wish that our world was a better place? Aren’t our constant daily achievements a strife for a better life? How then do you define a better life? Albert Einstein wrote:

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

I personally belong to the latter group. I believe that everything in this life is a miracle. It is a miracle to wake up every morning and watch the sunrise, as it is a miracle to go to bed each night having seen yet another sunset. It’s a miracle to know that there is someone out there who loves you and who means the world to you. It is a miracle to have friends who grow old with you as it is a miracle to watch your kids grow into fine human beings. It is a miracle to hear your heart beat with excitement, with sorrow, with fear, with anticipation, with joy. The joy of simply being alive.

What would be the greatest miracle for me though is if one day in the future I would be able to tell my grandkids fairy tales, just like my grandmother did to me. Except that my tales are not going to be about princesses and princes. They will be about my childhood and adolescence and adulthood. I want to be able to tell them that when I was younger the world was full of evil and terrorists killed innocent people. The world was full of tyrants and villains and criminals. Leaders who abused the power entrusted to them, governments who suppressed the will of their people. In some parts of the world children were so hungry that their mothers died giving them whatever little food they had. In some parts of the world children died of diseases because they could not receive the medical care they needed. In other parts they were orphaned because of war. There were traffickers of all sorts everywhere in the world, dealing with drugs, humans, animals. But then fairies came along, and everyone, specially the children, had food to eat and the fairies gave them a chance to play and be happy. Fairies came along and brought medicine to all the children and no child became sick again. Fairies came along and punished all the tyrants, destroying their guns and their power so that they could not harm anyone anymore. Fairy godmothers came along and with their magic wand made all the child predators disappear, so that children were not abused and scared anymore. Every child had the chance to live a happy childhood free of fear. And everyone strived to make this world a better place.

Wouldn’t this be the miracle of miracles?

ChK

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2 Responses to The Miracle of Miracles

  1. karen millen says:

    I like you article,thank you very much!

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