My last entry was for the kiddies. It was a fun little snack to nibble on while riding in the car on the way to a lake. This next entry is going to be a bit more serious. It is about time that we talk about miracles.
Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” I know where I stand after this experience. Where do you stand? Einstein lay the gauntlet before all of us, luckily you will have this story I am about to tell you.
*Disclaimer – The events of this story are %100+ factual. As there was one other human witness, Marc Reilley, you may ask him to confirm the details. There was also an angel named Peitro watching over the event to make sure every bit of it was miraculous. You may contact his supervisor, Archangel Michael, or his boss, God, for any further questions.
My cousin Marc and I had just finished a night of light socializing, or it may have been the night we won the balloon volleyball tournament at the elderly home. We won on account of them not being able to dig very well. Either way, we had worked up quite an appetite. We said, “Look out Wendy’s, here we come.” As you could guess, we went to Wendy’s. But, did Wendy’s look out like we had told them to? You tell me…
As we pull up to the speaker, Marc read the menu twice over like it was the reading comprehension section of the SAT. I knew what I was getting already; A chicken sandwich(from the dollar menu) with cheese and a chicken sandwich(from the dollar menu) without cheese. You ready for Marc’s order? I hope you have TIVO, because you are about to miss Dr. Phil for this one.
One Double Stack
One Frosty
One Dollar Menu Fries
One Chicken Nuggets
We get to the window and they have to give us one those bags with the handles, which really does a number on our self esteem. We kept swearing to each other that we never eat this much, or this late. And in our minds we have decided not to finish the last bites of our food later just so we can say that we didn’t eat it all.
We get home and emptied the bag out like it was Halloween. Marc reminds me to check my food for razor blades. I grab my chicken sammy, but wait, this mamajama is huuge. Marc was talking to me but I completely tuned him out. Peeling the wrapper away, I felt like I found the last Golden Ticket. A slice of FDA approved American Cheese lay peacefully across the chicken patty like a blanket. Not just any piece of chicken, however. A piece of chicken from the regular menu. The one that cost like $4. I payed $1.39 for this one.
(You may not want to push your jaw back up yet, because when I tell you that I wasn’t dreaming, it is only going to fall back down.)
My mind was beating and my heart racing. No, it was the other way around. See, I get excited just writing about this. The only other time I have EVER gotten this excited and confused was when I wrote two separate book reports on the same book for one class. I had forgotten that I had written a report on Prince Caspian for a class at the beginning of the semester and so when it came time to write another book report, I chose Prince Caspian again. I got a worse grade on the second report.
Back to the sandwich. I stopped Marc from talking. I showed him what had happened. Two tears dropped from one of his eyes, which was strange because I have only ever heard of the single dramatic tear. Marc, being the respecter of beautiful, fine things, requested that I did not eat the chicken sandwich, but rather have it frozen or cast in bronze to be shared with the world. He talked about how we would go on speaking tours and teach everyone about sandwich miracles.
We basked in the prospect of bringing joy to other people for a moment. For, while closely observing the inside of the sandwich, I think I saw the word “Carpe” spelled out in the mayonnaise. It reminded me of the phrase “Carpe the day”, which I think means “Eat something during the day.” I realized that miracles are supposed to be celebrated, not fossilized.
Miracles are active all around us. Choosing to ignore them takes 10X the amount of energy than simply acknowledging them. 3 generations ago, my ancestors were not even on the same continent. Plants eat light and water. I rocked a child to sleep last week. Did I mention that we live on a gigantic floating rock? Have you ever loved or forgiven someone?
In conclusion to my story, I ate the sandwich and it was amazing.
