On my evening jog, I came up the gravely hill by my street, the one marked "Trucks Only" and came up it. Usually, when I get to the top of the hill, I cross the street and pick up the bike path there. Tonight, I decided to stay on the black top that the gravel led to, and low and behold, I found my insurance card that was in my wallet 9 days ago when those assholes robbed my Honda. So I checked around the area, and also found my Zoo Memebership card. I mean, this is around the corner from my house! So I double timed it down this street, and out onto the main street, looking for anything, checking scraps and all the garbage, to see if there was anything else that might have been in my bag. And in front of the Elementary School, I found a small Ziploc with about 50 of my business cards that I'd kept in the leather shoulder bag that they jacked from my car. So I headed home and took one more pass by the spot by the gravel road. And low and behold, I found my Dental Card. This all took place 9 days ago, I've been up and down these streets daily, on foot and in the car. Doesn't this sound like a Miracle to you? I mean, it's not like a burning bush, or like I parted the sea or anything, and maybe I can't feed a thousand men with one fish and a loaf of bread from Panera. But it's still a miracle, right? I mean, the Honda got robbed, and God protected the little things in my wallet, right? You're seeing this right? You're with me? Ok, good.
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