Miracles do happen! They’re real, not made up, superstition or fantasy. They exist and I can prove it. I’m 23 years old and today, for the first time in my life, I touched my toes. I went for a jog on this particular autumn evening in the beautiful crisp honey colored open air, determined not to walk. Before hitting the trail I vowed to myself that I would run the whole way. I could go as slow as I wanted and if I absolutely couldn’t keep running, I promised myself that I would simply stand still to catch my breath before continuing on. 

Part of the way into the run I felt some mild irritation in my right knee. It kept clicking and popping at irregular intervals. I decided to pull over and stretch it out to see if I could alleviate some of the discomfort. Not only did it work, evaporating my knee troubles. I also did something I’ve never done in my entire life. I reached down until I felt a good stretch, not painful but helpful, as I’ve always done. But this time my fingertips brushed the tops of my running shoes.

I was so surprised that I stood up and leaned out a bit to stare at my own legs like they’d just cheated, like they’d lied to me and I was trying to work out how. Very slowly I bent again into a low stretch, this time being extra careful not to bend my knees. And my fingers just barely curled around the rubber toes on my running shoes. It’s real! Impossible things happen each and every day, even if we don’t recognize them as such at the time. Even on the cloudiest days, there are rays of sunshine that break through. 

Miracles happen. Trust me. I touched my toes today.