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Your My Miracle

November 10, 2008
By Anonymous

There once was a boy named Michael, Michael was the type of boy that enjoyed
Playing sports at school and being with his friends he was outgoing and nice until his
Mother passed away after dropping him off at school on a Friday morning. Ever since Michael lives with his sister not with his father because his dad supposable went away for a while or at least that’s what they tell Michael but he knows his dad ran away because he was scared of taking care of two kids by himself.
At school Michael doesn’t really have a lot of friends as a matter of fact he doesn’t have any, he lost them all after his mother because he just didn’t care. Micheal went from being the kid everyone wanted to know to being the loser that no one wanted to talk to.
That was when it all started to change.
Michaels first appointment was on a weds day “the tip of the week” as his mom used to say so they went to the appointment. Michael didn’t really know what to expect he thought it was going to be some lame guy always saying, “ so how do you feel about that?” Michael got to the office and waited to be attended. Minutes pasted and he was called by a man with gray hairs all over, he had a long white jacket and asked me to come in with him the doctor took him to his office and said “please sit” Michael sat down on his creamed colored sofa. The doctor said “hello Michael I believe you are depressed or at least that’s what I read I am dr. casten and I want to help you from what I see you lost your mother and you need someone to love you as she did and that love was so great you sister just cant replace it “. “Ok so,” said Michael with and attitude. “Michael im trying to help you im not going to be your enemy or force you to do anything that’s at least what I wasn’t to accomplish so how did this begin?” asked Dr. Chasten,”well it all started a day after school”, Michael went on and told him the sad story by the end the doctor said “Michael as I told you before the only thing you need is someone to love you like your mom did” Michael said doctor what ever your name is this is my mom we are talking about you just can replace that, she was my best friend , my best man or in this case woman I could go to my mom for anything and everything I loved her and I will never love anyone like I loved her It would take a miracle that only the lord and his angels can make possible maybe not even them I loved my mother like I love no one else and now she’s gone and I wonder why sometimes, sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong or if I could have helped her more when she needed my help maybe this would have never happened if she didn’t have to take me to school in the morning maybe if … the doctor quickly stopped Michael and said “Michael one important thing you have to understand is that your moms death was not your fault god has a time for everyone and it was her time im so sorry” “I said it once and I will again it would take a miracle for me to love someone as much as I loved my mom Michael” said and walked away

Ever since Michael told his sister about that appointment he never went back he received various calls from the doctors office but he ignored all of them.
So he continued going to school and living his life until one day this girl came up to him she said “ hi im Kelsey what’s your name?” Michael said “ Michael, Michael dell” not only was she cute Michael thought but she actually came up and talked to me Michael got excited and listened to what she said “ Im new here you think you can show me around?”
Michael was so busy staring at her he didn’t answer “ Michael so will you show me around?” she asked again “ what huh yeah sure” Michael responded “ok then see you tomorrow” Michael rushed home did his homework and went to bed he couldn’t wait to show Kelsey around school. When he got to school Thursday morning there she was waiting for him and she said “Michael you made it that’s great so where’s the science lab that’s my 1st class” Michael spent the whole day with her even at lunch he was surprised she didn’t have any friends she was pretty and nice nothing was missing but a posy to follow her around. Michael and her made a promise that day to sit together at lunch everyday so that’s how it went. Months past and Kelsey knew more and more about Michael than he ever thought she’d know she even knew about his mom. The funny thing was she was so like his mom he was starting to think a miracle was happening.
He was sure that all this was a miracle when Kelsey said the exact words Michaels mom told him days before her death they were, “when life gives you a hundred reasons to cry think of a thousand reasons to smile” after Kelsey said those words Michael told her Kelsey you’re my miracle and leaned forward to kiss her. Ever since those words Kelsey and Michael have been dating inseparable ever since.

The author's comments:
Sometimes we never notice how important our parents are to us and just thinking to myself about losing my mom breaks my heart. luis never thought he was going to lose his mother but unfortionally he did. he was depressed and nvr thought he;d find the love of his life or someone to replace his mother.
i hope this story brings faith to those that dont believe in miracles that they might happen and that they are possible.

i lost a loved one and i know shes watching over me from heaven <3


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avaj643 said...
on May. 10 2021 at 5:52 pm
avaj643, Berwyn, Pennsylvania
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on Oct. 8 2018 at 10:48 pm
DJAlyss GOLD, El,paso, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
Practice doesn't make perfect,
Practice makes Permanent


on Jun. 4 2016 at 3:24 pm
socialkaysualty PLATINUM, Dover, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head

Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;

That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:

“That is not it at all,

That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Good story, you just really need to work on your grammar and spelling.

on Jul. 19 2015 at 10:20 am
SomeoneMagical PLATINUM, Durham, New Hampshire
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Luv lluv luv!! I would really appreciate some feedback on my romance article Love At First light. Thanks a lot!

devoted138 said...
on Oct. 15 2014 at 8:49 am
devoted138, Wheat Ridge, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
You miss 100% of the shots you never take.

This was a great story line. Loved the quote at the end, and it wrapped the ending up really well. Everyone else has already gotten you on the spelling and grammar mistakes, but I think it was a great story.

on Sep. 26 2014 at 9:25 pm
TheGallopingLantern SILVER, Jacksonville, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
you may fall, but your heart will always have the will to get back up, you just have to find it.
~Star Poleski

Its so CUTE! He finally found his little miracle girl. I won't get you on spelling/grammer/punctuation because everyone else has already said it for me, but other than that, i think that your story will inspire a lot of kids who have lost a mom, dad, or sibling. You totally get five stars from me! Thanks for writing it!!!

on Dec. 29 2013 at 5:10 am
the-earth-between-our-toes SILVER, Wales, Other
6 articles 11 photos 29 comments
I think the story was a good one and I like your style of writing. However, just some constructive criticism, there were quite a number of spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes. Maybe try reading over it out loud to see if it flows nicely

on Oct. 24 2013 at 6:07 pm
Angelique_h GOLD, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"We cry, not because we are weak, but because we have been strong for too long."

I liked the story idea, but it had lots of spelling/grammar mistakes. It had lots of run-on sentences and bad punctuation. It also switched from third to first person a lot, which made me really confused. 

on Jun. 18 2013 at 11:01 am
Juicey_Fruit BRONZE, Draper, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
There is beauty in everything, just not everyone sees it.

You're** My Miracle. Sorry, had to do it. Other than that, it's a great story! Just work on the spelling/grammar mistakes.

biddycakes said...
on Sep. 29 2009 at 4:07 pm
biddycakes, Charlotte, North Carolina
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loooved it!

lengi said...
on Jan. 8 2009 at 2:40 am
good story you have some mistakes but it'l pass i agree with the others.

on Nov. 20 2008 at 12:22 am
i love your story ! jenny voted 5 stars !!!!!

jenny said...
on Nov. 17 2008 at 9:09 pm
This is to cute .... you should post this on your mag