Miracles happen every day, or so they tell me. On an optimistic day, I see them in nature and, someday, I hope to see them in my fellow man. But those aren’t Christmas miracles. Christmas miracles are the ones that, when you simply think something, it instantly comes true. So here goes … I wish …
I started working there in March and by Christmas time I pretty much had the lay of the land. I was trapped in a world of hipsters, well, this was 1993 so the hipster of today hadn’t been invented yet, but they were hipsters nonetheless, twentysomethings who worshipped at the altar of Steve Jobs, wore shirts made of recycled paper, had multiple tattoos with at least one of them depicting Mother Earth crying and ate anything labeled organic.
On the day the Lord created birds he gave them all the gift of flight but he also gave them other characteristics and anatomical distinctions that, in his wisdom, would help them on their journey. But birds, not unlike the flightless species they share the world with, often failed to see the goodness in God’s plan and tended to complain about the challenging aspects of their winged existence.