I know this because I experienced one first hand. I’m going to leave the argument of what constitutes a miracle to philosophers and theologians who can debate back and forth on the subject for as long as they like. I just know that when your little boy has a life-threatening tumor rapidly growing in his chest, he’s struggling for every breath and the doctors are shaking their heads and the only thing you can count on is a miracle, you pray real hard for that miracle. My miracle was found in three places; the doctors, nurses and dedicate staff of Women and Children’s Hospital in Buffalo, the wonderful people of Buffalo, Pennsylvania and in the God that resides in all of us. Make no mistake, I’m not a religious sort of guy but I know the touch of God’s hand on my shoulder. I can only hope that one day you will feel it too.

If you wish to share your stories of faith, miracles and medicine please contact me. Maybe I can offer a few encouraging words to help you through a difficult time. My email address is cfazzolari@countingonamiracle.com. I answer every email personally.