When I met him, he was not doing well. His breathing was labored, his heart rhythm was irregular, his lungs were getting filled in with fluid and his kidneys were shutting down. Then he recovered. He was a man with nine lives as we get to know him.
Though his progress was slow but steady, his recovery was amazingly in right direction and his tests were showing signs of improvement.
One day his wife told me that she is frustrated with his condition, then she continued that she understood her husband's condition and not looking for a miracle.
To some, miracles never happen in their lives or surroundings. They may need to define a miracle differently. They may have to look at them selves, waking up every morning, walking on two feet with a balance, how it happened; they may need to ponder.
Others are the believers, and they live a life full of miracles. They know that each breath is a miracle in itself. How it happen,why it happen, no questions.Lets receive it and keep a miracle simple; that is their motto.
Just be happy to waking up every day to greet sun and moon, birds and sky, and be in love; we are surrounded by miracles. Feel it.