I experienced a miracle.

I was not going to blog tonight.  The game is on, I have the kids to myself, and they are finally sleeping.  The plan was to relax, but then something happened that I will never forget.  And this story needs to be told.

First, you need a little background.  As I was unloading the dishwasher I noticed that a cocktail glass had cracked and needed to be disposed of.  We all know there is only one way to properly get rid of a cracked glass: throw it really hard into a large trash can so that it breaks into a million pieces.  This technique is not only effective, but also fun.  Obviously, this is what I decided to do.  I also had to get it on video because breaking glasses is something that my friends on social media want to see.

Now watch the video (not for the faint of heart):

As you can see, through no fault of my own, I was instantly placed in peril.  There was a glass flying through the air with a mind of its own.  It may as well have been a grenade.  It could have conked me in the head and knocked my unconscious.  It could have broken on the concrete and forced me to clean up another mess.  And what if the neighbor was out back smoking?  He could have ended up in the morgue!  My life was flashing before my eyes when something amazing happened.  Listen to the video, no screams, no sounds of glass breaking...

It's easy to doubt the existence of miracles until you see one with your own eyes.  I hope my story warms your heart.  Chicken Soup for the Soul editors can contact me at eric.t.proctor@gmail.com.