Do you believe in miracle?
To say the truth, I do. Then again, there are times when I lost all hope and somehow the thought that miracle does occur will fade away.

I woke up at 5plus this morning and my mum was awake for her morning prayers. So we talked right after and she shared with me this story which I have grown up with. The story of how I might not even exist in the first place. I've decided to post it up, to share with the world and to remind myself how lucky I am. Here it goes:

When my mum was pregnant, I wasn't exactly a very stable baby. In fact, I was so unstable that my mum had to have injections every single time she pay a visit the doctor. She admitted that she has always hated injections so to have a total of more than 10 injections for the whole of 9months was a nightmare for her. Then came one day, where she was in the toilet, well you know.. doing her normal business and all of a sudden, she lost a lot of blood in the toilet bowl. That was when she told herself that this time, I may not be around anymore. Then she prayed and prayed, hopefully that somehow, a miracle will happen and she will get to keep the baby. The next day, she went for a checkup(yea, I know, she should have gone for it immediately) and she was reprimanded by the doctor for waiting till the next day. Technically it was an emergency and she should have been admitted to the hospital as soon as possible. According to her, this was what the doctor said, "Why did you wait till today? Did you not know that your baby would have been gone? To be able to keep it, it was a miracle."

Yea, being almost 18, it is really a miracle. I can't describe the feeling I have inside every time I thought about how I might not have been able to be here, meeting whoever I've met, doing whatever I have done. Like what my mum had said, it was really a miracle and i'm one lucky girl.

Well, we talked for an hour or so and somehow digressed till she was tired and went to sleep. I stayed awake though, reflecting and wanted as the light that shines through my window got brighter.

It was immature of me to be ungrateful for what I have and to only see how life isn't fair to me. If life was really unfair, I wouldn't even have it. So for now, just for now, before any immaturity returns, I shall reflect and be thankful of what I have. It has been a long time since I've reflected, I must have lost my way in life somehow.

And for allowing me to be alive, God, I thank you. Forever and always.