Miracle of the Week  

TammyDHU 46F  
972 posts
8/25/2006 6:13 pm

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Miracle of the Week

It's probably strange that here I am, on a sex site, and this should be the site I choose where to keep my blog. And stranger still should I share my beliefs regarding my faith while on board such a site. But then again, sifting through various profiles on the site, I see many who are not opposed to telling the world they have a "spiritual" outlook on life, if not blatantly announce they have a specific religion. So since this is an established portion of my existence, (I was an organist's daughter, what do you expect???) I do expect many people to understand that fact about me, and I have no restraint in sharing the story which follows. Furthermore, even if you happen to be agnostic, the story that I have to share may illuminate your imagination that miracles DO exist in our physical lives on earth.

Many of you may know I began a new career at a new company this week. On Monday, my first day in class, we were given the opportunity to see names of folks that work in the particular department that we will begin our careers in the company. Aimlessly browsing through the list, I notice one that stands out...."Joel S."

Now I have a third cousin named "Joel S." I am thinking to myself, could this be the same "Joel S.???"

Let's go back to the beginning of time.

Joel's mother and my mother were second cousins. There were five of her children running around on the old farmhouse with she and her husband, and my mother and I would come often enough to visit and play. The two women many times enjoyed having a few beers at the kitchen table while the rest of us kids were outside playing. It became a big highlight during our dull days to go there and I would play with the "S." boys. There was only one daughter, but the others were boys.

(I know what your dirty thoughts are at this point, but I beg of you, get those thoughts out of the gutter for now...I was just a little girl and we played honestly like good kids!!!)

Joel was the oldest of the famed "S." boys and he used to enjoy taking us younger kids, and especially us two girls, out for rides on his dirt bikes while we grew up. Furthermore we would enjoy hay rides and macaroni and cheese and lemonade's on the most nostalgic good summer days of our youths. Sometimes even their borderline-psychotic father would even relax enough to play a few games of badminton with us if the mosquitoes weren't too bad.

Time went on, we all grew up and became more involved in our own lives.

I was still in junior high school when news of Joel seemed to be the current thing. First, when I was around 14, his mother called mine to tell that Joel and his girlfriend had had a baby son, her first grandchild. We went to the baby shower. Late that very same night that child died of crib death after only 23 days of life. My mother was called to play the organ for the baby's funeral, and she states to this day it is the one out of hundreds that she will not forget.

Joel was torn apart. But he went on. He convinced his girlfriend to cross into a new dimension and marry him. My mother was called again, this time to play the organ for his wedding.

Things could not have been so smooth for Joel at that time though. His baby son's death seemed to have worked very badly upon him. He was known to be drinking heavily. He was suffering under some people's suspicions that he had actually smothered his own baby son to death. This was a very unfounded allegation but it was the proverbial "talk of the town."

Two months after his new marriage, Joel went out one weekend evening on his motorcycle with another friend who also had a bike. They vicariously went to bar after bar and drank quite carelessly, then decided to go out to a remote road and play "chicken" with the bikes. They were traveling at high and dangerous speeds, both heavily under the influence. Joel lost control, veered off the road, and ended up wrapped around a tree. The other man had the horse sense to stop and turn around and call for help. Everyone arriving on the scene thought they were dealing with a dead body, but by some uncanny miracle, they were able to revive him with some brain activity left to work with.

After weeks in intensive care, they brought him to a care facility in which he spent two full years learning how to live all over again. And since seeing him lying in that hospital bed over twenty years ago...imagine how I felt when I had the chance to look into his eyes again...just this week...just now. And this week, when he sees me and gives me that bright smile that fills my heart with sunshine just like it did so many years ago, I am reminded of the fact that nothing-NOTHING!!! comes to no avail.

No, he may not be walking. But I can attest to this one fact, my readers: he is a breathing, living miracle of God!!!

THE MORALS OF THE STORY ARE...

1) Never say you doubt what you cannot prove to be untrue.

2) Never give up before the miracle happens!!!

3) "So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love."

So poke fun at me if you will. But I end up my week, folding my hands before my sleep, and saying, "Amen" to the God who cares for us all...whether you believe it or not!!!

Blessings to you!!!


rm_Gentle12553 68M
1378 posts
8/25/2006 6:42 pm

Amazing story and yes...there is a god...he spends much of his day watching out for the world's more unfortunates who really put their lives on the line. He doesn't push anyone, never works to change their mind...if they believe, they believe and he rewards them. So, Joel has become a productive member of our society and brings smiles to those he meets....Seems to me that God has done his job once again!


TammyDHU 46F  
246 posts
8/26/2006 3:07 am

What a lovely post, Jim!!! I always know I can count on you for the right words to say...


ilsgicemru 73M
2822 posts
8/27/2006 2:34 pm


........................ Tammy

Hey Girl !!! .. Thanks for visiting my blog and for getting in touch with me today !! .. Your blog is looking good !! .. I want to read this post again before I comment !! .. Good post !!!!! .. I promise that I will be back !!

........................ ils


wayne340 70M

8/28/2006 12:51 pm

I'll bet that meeting your cousin after all those years was an uplifting experience. Imagine the odds, a new job, finding the cousin at the same place, especially since you appear to tell us you had not seen him in twenty years.

I, too, have cousins, first, second and third, that I only see once a year at the family reunion, and that is only if they, or me, show up !!!

****My Last One To Miss Was 2002*****


corvairguy 66M

8/29/2006 6:05 am

I have a similar story but not as tragic or profound.

I have a half sister that found me when I was 28 yrs old. I had moved down stat for a job and every so often she would look in the phone book and start calling all the people with my last name. She got ahold of my soon to be ex and she told of family history that only someone that knew would know. I never was told by my parents that I had a half sister! So think of the surprise wne my wife tells me of this. My half sister and I talk later that day and I am in shock. Although, think of the shock my parents got when I told them!

this is your blog, not mine, and there is a higher being of some sort.

Ken


horny4770 61M
8158 posts
8/31/2006 12:56 pm

Why would anyone want to poke fun at you for that. Such an incredible story of faith, hope and love!

Blessings to you too!

H.


TammyDHU 46F  
246 posts
9/4/2006 9:42 am

Thanks to you all for your sweet comments...this story has indeed changed my whole outlook on life!

Luv to all-


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