No, I’m not exaggerating the title of this post, either.

I told you all the other day about how I’d lost my train pass and security ID badge on the train. Tried everything I knew I could to get it back. Lost and Found — nothing. Asked the train crew — nothing. Prayed like the dickens. Nothing.

I also mentioned that the train conductors gave me a break — three of ’em, to be exact — to help a poor dumbass out. The morning conductor turned a blind eye twice to my lack of a ticket and refused to take my money when I handed it to him. Fantastic guy. And the afternoon conductor gave me a wink-nod too, saying they allow us passengers one day’s grace to find a lost pass.

Well, I went to the Lost and Found one more time yesterday afternoon on my way to my homebound train. I explained what I lost. The gentleman behind the counter gave a pretty cursory glance around, stuffed his hand in an index card box with dividers segregating it into the alphabetical zones for the train fares, found no pass, and gave me a shrug. I pressed him, and he got a little annoyed. He was, after all, on the phone … his cell phone. I got miffed too, but what can I do? I paid for my one-way ticket and a ten-ride pass so I could finish out my time here. I only needed the pass until the end of the month, unless a new downtown Big City job comes along.

I went to the train in a tiny bit of despair, but mostly, I was resigned. It was gone. Far be it from any Big City person to be decent enough to turn in someone’s lost pass. Oh well. I trudged up the stairs to my usual seat on my usual car, and stuffed my backpack onto the rack. I gave a precursory glance under the seats, and dropped my considerable ass onto the cushion with another heavy sigh. I let my head drop against the window and stared down.

Between the seat and the train car wall … there was my pouch and clip.

Stunned. I reach down. Is it … is it real?

Yes! It’s real! I’ve found it! I’VE FOUND IT!!

I race back to the station, leaving all my belongings in the care of a stranger (genius, no?) and go to the Lost and Found window. The gentleman sees me coming. He gets the look of preparing to tell me he TOLD me they don’t have it, but I break forth in a Broadway Musical-worthy song about how I found my pass, and the world is a happy place, and joy is mine. And he starts to get into the rhythm, and snaps his fingers and bobs his head in time, and joins me in a harmony fit to bring tears to the eyes of choir angels. And when the last note faded, I turned to him and asked if I could have my check back.

And he gave it to me. Just like that.

And there’s no way anyone is going to convince me that, after literally hundreds of asses sat in that seat over the course of those two days, and not one person spotted my little plastic pouch with a $165 train pass in it and it was STILL THERE, GOD didn’t intervene when I need Him to.

Have a happy day everyone. And remember — God loves you. πŸ˜€



7 thoughts on “IT’S A MIRACLE!

  1. WOO HOO it is so GRAND when good things happen…I think you are having a good week!

    Thanks so much! Yes, it’s been a roller coaster, but it’s ending on a high-note. Now, if I can just extend this streak … to, say, the rest of my life … πŸ˜‰

  2. See. The universe does care.

    Thanks, Annie! I don’t know if the universe cares, but I do know the God who created it did. πŸ˜‰ I sure hope you’re doing well. You’ve been busy and syndicated and stuff. If I haven’t taken the time to do so before, let me again offer congratulations and tell you how honored I am to have a published writer comment on my little whiny corner of the blogosphere. πŸ™‚

  3. ::hugs::As I said to V-good things happen to good people!

    Aw, thanks, hon. If that were true, though — I’d’ve been shot or stabbed or hit by a foreign cab driver instead of finding my ticket. πŸ˜‰ (Not a good person. Heh.)

  4. Elizabeth, If that’s true, good things must happen for you all the time. πŸ™‚

    Amen! Go buy a lottery ticket, hon. Then you can cut us in on the winnings, if you’re so inclined. πŸ˜‰

  5. Absolutely refreshing to come here and find you singing. May this be the beginning of many good beginnings to come.

    Thanks, Damyanti! It feels good to be ABLE to sing for a change! πŸ™‚ Nice to see you again.

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