Miracles, Miracles, Miracles...

I was walking down Park Avenue enjoying a sunny, cold day, full of energy from all the excitement from the miraculous things that happened the last couple of days. First "the miracle on the Hudson", to land a plane on an icy river safely and have not one casualty, was jaw dropping and inspirational and the quicksilver reaction of all the rescuers was beyond the ken. As I watched it all on CNN I couldn't believe what I was seeing, elderly folk being helped off the wing first, babies being passed from passenger to passenger to safety. It was awe-inspiring and then when it was determined there was not one casualty that's when it became a miracle to me. And to even make it more miraculous the captain who did the flying and saving and became a real life, dyed in the wool hero didn't preen, didn't self-promote, didn't go on Oprah (yet anyway), he was basically no where to be seen or heard. A humble do the right thing guy with no agenda, no fifteen minutes of fame, no show me the money agenda. So, inspirational, such a breath of fresh air, so hopefully what this new world ushered in by the second miracle in a week, Barack Obama becoming president of the United States. Again I sat in front of the tube watching millions of people in freezing weather wanting to be apart of a change. I'm not a big believer in politicians doing anything close to being miraculous but as I watched the most emotional event that wasn't a death or tragedy in my life it was the closest thing to an outer body experience I have ever had. I was in New York when John Lennon was shot and in London when Lady Di was killed, and again in New York for 9/11, all tragic and cataclysmic with a spectral of sadness that was universally felt that connected you with the rest of humanity, but in such a horror felt way. This event, the swearing of the Obama, was full of joy, full of redemption, full of love, full of an optimism that brought tears of happiness on such a large scale a salt lake could have been created if they were all to fall in the same place. We, the world, needed these miracles, in fact, I think deserved them, after all this world has been through lately. I am grateful and inspired by both of these improbable events, I mean 2009 is starting out miraculously, the only thing is I believe everything comes in threes, what will happen next, but perhaps the third miracle will be everything that happens that has been inspired by the first two miracles...