I know miracles are coming into my life to heal me completely.

Somewhere in your city a person you will never meet gave blood on a Tuesday lunch break, mildly bored, thinking about work.

If you ever need it, that bag arrives with no note attached. No name, no relationship, no reason.

Most of what saves people looks like this from the inside — help arriving from outside your own effort, assembled by strangers long before you needed any of it.

Call that a miracle or call it a system a great many people quietly keep running. Either way it is coming toward you, and you did not have to arrange it.