Do you Believe in Miracles?

I was very young when my mom instilled in me the need to have faith.

"Have faith, and miracles will happen." is what she used to say.

I was a skeptic. All through my life, I have witnessed all sorts of things. I have seen people lie for their benefit, and I have seen people stay true to their ideals and suffer.

Seeing people speak about miracles was always a mystery to me. After all, I had yet to witness any such thing in my life.

Miracles, I thought was something that happened to God's favorite people, people who had faith, people who believed in the higher power.

It turns out I was wrong.

It was a hot summer day. I was on my way to college on a bus. We were passing over a flyover when the bus suddenly came to a halt. I cursed. I was running late for a practical, and this was the last thing I wanted to happen.

I rushed down the bus and decided to run to the nearest bus stop, hoping the next bus was already on its way.

I stopped at a crossing; it was a four-way crossing, and very busy morning vehicles rushed from all possible directions.

My mind solely focuses on crossing and reaching the bus stop. Thankfully, the signal flashed red, and every vehicle stopped.

I hopped on the chance and had just put my foot down when something struck my ankle so hard I backpedaled just in the nick of time for a truck to pass from right where I stood.

A split-second difference was all it had taken; when I looked at where I had stood, I found a thick circular metal ring completely out of place on the road.

A guy who was just behind me helped me up, asked me if I was hurt, and said, "You've got some solid luck." I had smirked, I didn't believe in luck either.

I don't quite remember what happened afterward; it's all a blur.

Days after, when I told my mother about the incident, she said it was a miracle. She insisted on it, her reason being how the metal ring was on the road and how it had hit me just in the nick of time.

Coincidence, I had replied. Still my skeptical self.

It's been years after that incident, and there I was, sitting beside my window with a warm cup of coffee, reminiscing when a thought struck me.

In a way, my life had been full of coincidences, a lot of them at that.

I have always been grateful for what I have: a supportive family, awesome friends, and a good life in short.

It is an amalgamation of all the coincidences that have happened in my life.

Coincidence, by definition, is something that's not planned or arranged but seems like it is.

It was then that it hit me: I was already witnessing a miracle. I was practically living it every day!

I remember silently laughing at the thought.

To all the people who have witnessed miracles or have yet to witness miracles, I have only one thing to say: Your life is a miracle in itself.

You are a miracle.