Miracle Story In Real Life Novels & Stories

“I told you, miracles happen, Leigh,” I fake a smile. “Why do you have to be close to the saints, Mary?” I asked, my eyes brimming with tears as I felt a mix of emotions when Dr. Facer told me I was in my very early stage of pregnancy. How did it happen when a lot of things were impossible for me a month ago?

All of them, told him, he was gone for three years, and there are so many things that have happened in those years, he was gone. Many people around could not believe he was alive, after those years he was presumed dead. They were all amazed, and could hardly believe that he is alive, they were puzzled, what really happened to him. The story about him, spread like a wild fire in the community, all of them, believe it is a miracle, he is still alive, after those years, he was gone and cannot been found. For most of them, it is a mystery, a person, who was lost in the forest, was proclaimed dead, and then, here it comes, he reappeared, and told them strange story, that they never heard before.

he said "What" the devil barked "just tell us its impossible already" he said and I snapped at him "He said miracle, that means there is a chance for them to survive, all we need now is to believe" I said "Cupcake wake up, they told me the same lie when my mom was on that situation, I believed, I swear my hope was enough to even raised the dead" he shook his head "but it didn't even save my mom, miracle only happen in bible and tv never in our eyes, for my mom died" he is crying, that shows how much he is affect.

The reality of my situation crashed back down on me. I suddenly had a very strong urge to go home. I did not want to be in this hotel anymore. I stood up from the table. My legs felt slightly weak, but I forced myself to walk toward the back of the dining room. I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the restroom and locked it firmly behind me. I walked straight to the large mirror above the sinks. My eyes were already wet with thick tears. I gripped the edges of the marble counter tightly and took a deep breath.

"The doctors say there's no chance she'll recover. Her family... they've already given up." "But you haven't," I said. Wade's steps slowed, his voice barely a whisper. "People always say there's a chance for a miracle, right?" Miracles did exist, sure. We see them on TV, hear about them in stories, but in real life, they're rare—rarer than winning the lottery. "You told me she's been like this for a year, right?" "Almost two years now," Wade corrected, his voice hollow. Two years. If a miracle was going to happen, it would have by now. The fact that even her family had given up said everything.

She didn't believe anything outside of science but seeing this happen before her, she couldn't hide her surprise. As the old man walked happily to and fro, a gentle smile spread across Natasha's lips. She was glad she's able to help. All of a sudden, her mind trailed back to her kids. It's been more than an hour that she left them. "Excuse me." She immediately excused herself and went to attend to her children. Whereas, at the ward, Mr. Pushkin was still jubiliating. To him, this was a miracle. He thought it was over for him and that the sickness would probably take his life, he didn't expect that a miracle would happen.

Unable to speak the lie and tell her it was true, I shrugged casually. “I guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you or not. I have learned the hard way that there are no guarantees in life and sometimes you have to do the work yourself instead of waiting for a miracle.” Her words cut through me like butter. Although she wasn’t wrong, I hated that she had to find that out the hard way. Although, I did still believe in miracles, even if they were rare. “Then what is your wish?” “That I can be as happy as I am today, all the time.”

“Because I don’t know how to begin what I’m going to tell you... About your father.” “About Papa Ronald?” “No, baby, not about Papa Ronald.” “About my real father?” “Yes, about—wait, what did you say? You know Ronald is not your real father?” Miracle nodded. “H-How? How did you know? When did you know?” “Because you are not married to Papa Ronald. If you are married, he will be my real father.” I don’t know if Miracle is referring to blood or because Ronald and I are not married so she thought that. But knowing that Miracle thinks Ronald is not his real father makes me hurt so much.

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.

If there is ever such a thing, then I am feeling it now and that is pure happiness. And giving someone else the same is close enough to give miracles. That is what I have given her, the miracle of life not only for the gift of reuniting a family but also the chance to start our own.