Yesterday, I saw the most desperate sight ever. I saw an old man walk staggeringly to the end of the crossroad and look weirdly at the end of the street. The despair in his eyes and the clutching-at-any-kind-of-hope expression left me feeling.. sad. It was as if he was waiting for a miracle to pop out of the end of the road to change his life. Unfortunately, none did and he went on walking again. Sigh. That's what all of us want - a miracle. We're all riding on a miracle to come one day, swoop us up in our arms and take us away. Too bad that God makes miracles short-supplied and short-lived. But I am happy today. Wait, no. Not happy. I'm satisfied. I'm satisfied that of all the things that could have happened to me I am still well and alive. And maybe without even knowing it, maybe that's my miracle!
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