By Betty R. Goodstein
There has been much said about MIRACLES. Is it just wishful thinking (if only, if only)—or a word more suitable for romantic songs?
I like to believe that I did have a miracle happening. I was about 65 years old. I had looked forward to this day—we were all going to
I loved this park. I began to wander around—admiring the flowers which at that time of year were out in abundance.
Suddenly… I didn’t know where the family was. I was lost. This was a terrible feeling. No one was about. After what seemed like hours (probably just a few minutes) a man and a woman came upon the scene. “Are you lost?” they kindly asked. Tearfully I said that I was. They tried to calm me.
This is the part where the miracle comes in. I saw my Dad—he just appeared—just like that. What a joyful reunion. He assured me that everything was okay—I was SAFE. He thanked the kind man who had ‘rescued me’ me.
Boy—was I glad to see that family—picnic baskets—everything. It was a MIRACLE!!!
I hadn’t thought about this incident in so many years; yet I still believe it was truly a miracle.
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