Sorry, this isn't quite Ironman related but it's been on my mind.
I grew up hearing about miracles. About a wandering preacher who spit in the dirt, took the mud, pasted it on a blind man and made him see. So gross. This dude who had a gang full of fishermen following him, found a crazy guy who lived in a cave, and cast out his demons into a herd of pigs. Then the guys who followed him told this paraplegic guy to walk and he did. The deaf could hear, the mute could speak, the crazy uncrazy, and the dead... and the dead back to life.
I want to believe in a world where the magic of miracles is possible.
And then Mari died. And I thought, could a miracle happen? Could crying out to some higher power bring her back? Could enough faith do that? Where was the magic? Was there magic in this world?
Magic.
I've been thinking that magic may not be what I think it is. Maybe these grand physical things happened in the past and some believe they happen now, but there's something else. I'm starting to think things like hope, love, mercy, etc are what creates magic here. Amazing things happen when we put that into the world. People do walk again but only with hope and the active support and love from those around them do they keep pushing and trying till the first step, then the next step, and some technology helps. People can be rehabilitated but it takes work, and support, and determination, compassion. Things can happen today. Maybe just not as quickly as they did in the stories I was told growing up.
No, our love did not bring her back, nor did our hope, or our mercy. Some things, some circumstances can't be changed. But when she died we came together and it was beautiful.
So there was magic there, just not in the way I wished.
