My 11 year old has a friend that can be a little pesky and annoying at times, but they are friends anyway. Monday, this friend called to tell my daughter that her dog had just been run over and had died. (The friend’s dog.) She was so sad. The beautiful thing was to see that my daughter knew just what to do. She went to the kitchen, made her favorite treat, then took the birthday money she had just got, and bought her friend a stuffed dog that would always remind her of the pet. She then walked the 12 blocks to bring them over and comfort her friend.
Death itself qualifies as a miracle, but the effect that it has on the living can be rather impressive as well.