The first was at about 2 years old -- recurring dreams of flying that were lessons in faith, humility and doubt. Since then, my life has been filled with miracles.
Perhaps the most visibly startling was like that of Moses parting the sea. Broad daylight on one of the busiest streets in the world, traffic parted for two miles -- impossibly, thick, rush hour traffic split down the middle and crammed extra cars in the already bumper-to-bumper lanes left and right. All in less than 5 seconds. And only after it was perfectly okay with me if it took forever to reach my destination. I had achieved utter humility, but perfect confidence.