I woke at around 3am the other day and was staring out of the window before drifting back off to sleep. In the clear skies above me, suddenly a meteor broke the night’s serenity for a split second, I started thinking:

How many billions of miles had that piece of rock come? How many years had it drifted through the universe: certainly long before even the thought of my three-score-years-plus had been even conceived? So, what were the odds of me being at this exact part of the planet, awake and looking towards the skies at that precise second to see that millisecond of wonder break my consciousness?

The chances of that happening are probably gazillions to one and, in comparison, would make winning the lottery probably seem a breeze. I was possibly the only person on the planet to experience that. For me, at least, that was a miracle.

Surely that is the essence of a miracle: something that is so unlikely but still happens? And there’s no question that things like this are happening every single day to someone, somewhere.

So, the next time you think the impossible could never happen to you, consider this moment in my life. Consider the miracles that are happening every single day to someone on this rock of ours. Then imagine how comparatively easy it would be to have happen to you something as astonishing as being, or having whatever you wish in your life. Doesn’t seem so unlikely now, eh? Especially if you help create that miracle with your own thoughts and actions.

So, as Norman Vincent Peale so succinctly put it: “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”

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