MIRACLES

Miracles are in the eyes of the beholders. Last Sunday Gayle and I were driving back from a wonderful event we had co-imageshosted in Santa Barbara at the home of Lalla and Rinaldo Brutoco honoring my wonderful friend and client, Master and Dr. Sha, author of the bestselling Soul Healing Miracles book series. There were many miracles that occurred at the Saturday party, but the miracle that caught my attention was  an amazing synchronicity of bumping into  my other good friend and author, Uwe Albrecht at a gas station in Santa Barbara.

I had invited Uwe and his daughters to the party and had seen him there, but Gayle and I ended up leaving early to accompany Dr. Sha back to his hotel. When we returned Uwe was gone. We had wanted to say goodbye to him, and especially to five year old Shanti and eight year old Gaia. We had bonded with these wonderful young girls and were not sure when would next see them since they live in Germany. We were disappointed not to have been able to have a proper good bye.

Sunday morning we had organized a breakfast to thank Lalla and Rinaldo. At the end of breakfast we went back to theirbeautiful home where Gayle was asked her opinion on the creation of an elegant tented area in their home that was being finalized for their next major party.  Knowing that Sunday traffic back to San Diego could be heavy, I was somewhat impatient.  But I overcame my impatience and gave Gayle the opportunity to finalize her suggestions.  We were now at least half an hour later than I had anticipated leaving, and as we headed out I realized that we would also have to stop for gas.

I was driving Gayle’s car which, like mine, is also a BMW M3. I assumed that the gas tank was on the driver’s side of the car, and when I pulled in for gas there was no pump available on that side of the car.  Being ever impatient, I spied a gas station across the street and pulled up to a pump that was on what I thought the correct side. Big surprise. Despite being only a year older, Gayle’s M3 has the gas tank on the passenger side. I had pulled up to the wrong side of the pump and had to maneuver to a different pump. This added another five to ten minutes to my journey since I had to wait to use the appropriate pump.

As I started to pump my gas, a car pulled up to the next pump and out walked Uwe. We could not have coordinated our meeting if we had tried. His daughters were in the back seat and we had a good hug and proper goodbye. I did not ask Uwe what unexpected delays might have caused his late departure or why he chose that particular gas station, but at a very basic level it seemed a miracle to me that events had played themselves out in such a way that we were at the exact same spot within a minute, thus creating the desired good bye.

Most people think miracles need to be dramatic and often they are. Just the Friday before our party I had witnessed Dr. Sha provide a miraculous healing to a woman who had been in a car accident.  She had severe damage to her left eye, and the doctors had told her she would need several operations before she would even be able to move the eye and that such operations needed to be spaced out six months apart. After a twenty minute session with Dr. Sha in the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel her eye, though not completely healed, was able to move six months ahead of her operating doctor’s prognosis. Yes, this was a miracle.  But so was  getting a chance to say goodbye to Shanti and Gaia.

Miracles are all around us, and the very existence of each of us is perhaps the greatest miracle of all.

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