Dr. Romance: No Two Miracles Alike

Just as no two snowflakes are alike, no two miracles are, either.

I believe in miracles, but the ones that are important to me don’t involve big, showy events. I like the everyday miracles: The food we eat becomes body cells, muscles, thoughts and even emotions. Our brains and nerves generate and conduct electricity to create our thoughts, ideas, mental habits and even our personalities. Our bodies can be wounded and somehow regenerate muscle, skin and blood to heal, often without a trace. The best miracle in my life is other people. They show up when I need them. They care about me. They often cause me to laugh or cry. They introduce me to new ideas, and new ways of looking at things. They bring everyday magic into our lives. We are surrounded by the wondrous every day, most of it unexplained as yet by science, and we so often fail to notice.

Seeds are miracles. From a tiny package, some so small you can hardly see them, plants and trees grow. Every seed contains in it all the DNA that creates the plants we eat, the flowers we enjoy, the trees that shade and feed us.

Each of us is also a miracle. We grow from tinier seeds than plants do, from a miracle that combines the DNA from each of our parents to create the unique miracle each of us becomes. And we pass the miracles on. Each time we are kind and loving, every time we help and care for one another, each time we have a new idea, or create something, we are participating in the larger miracles of life. We are the angels who bring the miracles to life. What an awesome, inspiring and joyous thing it is, this astounding life we get to be a part of.

ANGELS IN DISGUISE

Lyric: Tina Tessina

Music: Ron Creager

Through your busy Holidays you may not notice much

How many hands are giving and how many lives are touched

Turkey dinners, Meals on Wheels fill hearts and stomachs, too

Toys for Tots brings Christmas treats where hope is overdue

A solitary senior hesitates to cross the street

The kindness of a stranger's arm steadies her feet

A child, lost and frightened, and his frantic Mom

Are quickly reunited by a shopclerk's intercom

CHORUS: Wake up Christmas morning

open up your eyes

everywhere you look are

angels in disguise

Who's to say that Christmas

is the only day?

if you'll only let them

the Angels come to stay

Every thoughtful gesture, every selfless gift

Eases someone’s heartache, gives a needed lift

Ordinary people, even you and I

can be Angel agents, and allow our hearts to fly

BRIDGE: Was that little windfall in

your empty-pocket days

Really accidental, or did

Angels pave the way?

This holiday season, I wish you the joy of being part of the miracle, and being aware of it.