Do You Believe in Miracles?

by

Sheila Maurer

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"I must remember to get some garbage bags," I said to myself as I drove to the bank. All the parking spaces were full as I drew up alongside the kerb on Pembina Highway. I made my way to the Instant Teller Machine. My transaction went through quickly and I walked back to the car in a matter of three or four minutes. And what did I see? Neatly folded, lying on top of the trunk, were three black garbage bags.

I looked up and down the road. There were very few cars and no pedestrians on the sidewalk. Baffled I opened the rear car door and laid the bags on the seat.

"Well!" I thought as I drove to the supermarket, "unexpected happenings sometimes occur, and Fate intervenes on occasion. Perhaps next time I want to buy wine, Providence might step in before I go to the liquor store. Who knows?"