“A Miracle is a highly improbably or extraordinary event, development or accomplishment (usually welcome and highly valued) which is not entirely explicable by natural laws. Some people attribute these to divine intervention. Others simply say that they are the result of natural laws which we simply don’t understand yet. One thing is for certain – sometimes it takes a miracle to make you believe in the possibility of them occurring no matter what their origin.” ~ SSHenry
I never used to believe in miracles; not even the kind that can be explained by as-yet unknown natural laws. I always used to think that either something was possible – or it was not. Oh I’d heard of miracles, certainly. But even things like spontaneous cancer remissions could, in my mind, be categorized in the “as-yet unknown natural law” category. But there is nothing like actually experiencing a miracle to understand its true power.
I can’t go into details; the events that led up to this particular incident are still too raw and close to my heart to share openly. Suffice it to say that I had found myself in a situation that had become intolerable. It was like the proverbial frog in a pot of boiling water.
You know the story; a frog is placed in a pot of tepid water on top of a stove burner. It doesn’t resist being put in the water because the temperature is comfortable. Then slowly, bit by bit, the temperature of the water is turned up until the frog quietly boils to death; never complaining or attempting to escape because it acclimates to each miniscule change in the water’s temperature.
I was the frog. I had, over the years, allowed my life to reach a temperature just short of the boiling point. Yes, it was a bit uncomfortable, but I simply thought that was the way things were supposed to be. I didn’t fight it. But then, rather abruptly, someone pulled the lid off the pot and prodded me into leaving the pot, and I’ll tell you right now, the change in temperature nearly blew my mind, as did the realization of just what I had allowed my life to become as well as what I had been living without; things that were my right; things that no one should have to live without. Then someone tried to put me back into the pot of near-boiling water.
Well, you can imagine what happened; water everywhere; the pot caroming off of cupboards and bouncing around on the floor like an ill-tempered poodle that has been ignored for too long. No, I did not go gentle into that good night. In fact, I refused to go at all. In the process of refusing to simply slip back into the boiling water I made a mess of everything around me and scalded those around me in the process.
It wasn’t pretty, and I’m not proud of the mess I made or the pain that I inflicted, but there is something good that came out of it. No, there is something miraculous that came out of it; not only did I realize just what my life had become and refuse to be prodded into an acceptance of the way things had been, one of those I scalded – in spite of being in intense pain and extremely angry at me for upsetting the pot, was shocked into the realization of just what had been happening, of the pain and discomfort they had been inflicting as well by turning up the temperature (though it wasn’t a calculated infliction of pain). In fact, they were so startled when they realized what had been happening that they tossed out the pot as well as the stove and replaced them with a pond replete with lily pads and soothing reeds and lots of bugs where we can both kick back and relax and forget about things like stoves and pots and even kitchens.
The long and the short of it is that the atmosphere has completely changed. I didn’t think it was possible. I regret that it took such an upset and that people got hurt in the process, but the change is, not to put too fine of a point on it, miraculous.
Will it last? I don’t know. I’d like to think so. But in the meantime, I am definitely going to enjoy the pond and being with someone who appreciates me and is willing to share this lily pad with me in spite of the burns I inflicted; burns that have to hurt like the very devil when immersed in the pond water but which will eventually heal when exposed to the warmth of the sun.