Miracles are pets. When Betsy lies down on my lap and sleeps quietly, without asking me to eat, I wonder how it is possible that someone with a small consciousness and soul can live like this next to you, understand you, love, but this is not to be human. And don't tell me that animals don't have souls, only instincts. She hugs me with her paws and pokes her face in my face, if only she sees my tears. I still don't get used to being like a little man, only fluffy and with a tail. Loves, jealous and bored. This is a miracle.
The miracle is the doctors. I didn't have enough fortitude study to be a doctor, and I am amazed at how difficult the path of a doctor becomes. They carry vaccines in their fast loaves (while someone yells that the virus does not exist and we are in a conspiracy), day and night they fight for the lives of people they don’t even know, wear lead aprons, working with radiation every day, they know how to cut a living body ... And the dead too.This is a miracle.
It's a miracle that I am on this site. Just a year ago, I could not have imagined that I would dare to do this. And today I am open to new relationships and ready to build a family! This is a miracle.
I thank the Universe for miracles in my life.
What is a miracle for you?