The word miracle in the past has been a difficult term for me to digest. It has always been attached to super human events that I was not connected to so I was never truly able to understand how awe-inspiring they really were. After my earthquake experience, things changed and this word became a regular in my story. I think what I understand now is something is given the label miracle when a rational explanation cannot be found, but what about everyday miracles?
I have been back in Haiti for almost three weeks now and when I finally come to the end of my day where I try to mentally debrief, which usually ends up as a prayer, I find myself smiling over my recent experiences. A new gift I seem to have been given by the grace of God is in recognizing small miracles. It is seeing past the flawed human condition to the miraculous fortitude, kindness, grace, beauty, loyalty, and love we all possess. In a place like Haiti where frustrations are in abundance, the simple fact that I end my days smiling is amazing enough, but when I think about the causes of this sustained joy, they only thing to call them are everyday miracles. From the astonishing beauty of the rad pepe (used clothing) marchand, who joked and relished her heart stopping smiles on Alexis and I as we searched through her piles of clothes for sale, to Milo who I spent most of the afternoon with looking at apartments for Frank and I and paid for my tap-tap rides the whole way simply because he said Haiti had taken enough from me, to the fact that my first job interview since my return went so well (I am keeping my fingers crossed) that I told my mom it was her birthday present and she started to cry as this was an answer to her prayers. To me all these occurences are miracles. They are small gifts that have kept me well nourished on this journey. I am extremely grateful for their existence and for the fact I am able to see how priceless they really are.