Miracle, With a Capital M

So I just read Paper Towns by John Green and it is a really good book. I mean it's not The Fault in Our Stars, but I really liked it. And I wanted to blog about it and so I was thinking of the combination of books and blogging, which made me think of my blog post about the beginnings of books, so I'm sorry if this is slightly repetitive, but I'm going to talk about the beginning of this book. It's a good one.

"The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightning, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. [PAUSE. Blogger did not recognize 'combust' as a word and I don't know how to handle that...] But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman."

That is a great beginning, but that first sentence, man.

I'm not positive it's true, but I'm inclined to agree and I would certainly like to think so. If it is true, that everyone gets a miracle, like a big one, not just something that feels miraculous, or the little miracles that happen every day, but one that would be recognized as a capital M Miracle that capital C Changes you and your life, I wonder what mine is. And when it will happen. And who it will involve.