v.d. and other miracles

so, in 1984 a young woman in kansas was crossing the street. she was hit by a drunk driver and became comatose from her injuries. i dont believe she was breathing-assisted which is perhaps why her family didnt have to make a choice about whether or not to let her live. in any case, this week her mother got a call she had waited 20 years for. her daughter woke up. and, she is not a veggie. she is talking, coherently. she is beginning to remember. the man who hit her served a six month sentence-her family served twenty. but, they got her back. there is no rational explanantion. she just "came back." where did she go? what did i learn from this?
never, ever lose faith. never give up. dont lose your sense of awe about this world and the way it works. there are things that will never have an explanation, and thats okay. when you feel you have reached your end, find it somehow to be a new beginning. when i heard this today i was filled with wonder and joy. its making me rethink having jess inject air bubbles into my iv drip if it ever comes to that. :)
a smaller scale miracle-but oh-so-important to me-two days ago i was driving to work, taking a path i never take. in a vacant lot i saw a girl walking her dog and i barely had enough control to pull over. her back was facing me but i would have known her anywhere. i call her lars. i met her when i was thirteen and locked up in a phsyc. ward. she was (and still is) one of the coolest people amaginable. we fell away from each for years, then i found her at a party when i was 21. we got close again-then life and circumstance pulled us apart again. then to see her just walking down the street-i wanted to cry! i have missed her so much and i love her so much....when i hugged her i just didnt want to let go. i told her we are obviously meant to be in each others lives. i went and hung out with her. she is so happy, and im happy for her. she's just so special-she deserves every good thing. on the phone later, i asked her what she had been up to that day and she said, "oh, you know-v.d. stuff i had to deal with."
"venereal disease?"
"aaaaah, no-valentines day."
she is so funny. knowing her is a blessing-and now i have her back in my life.
tonight, my mom and i watched a movie-the notebook. romantic, lovely movie. after, both of us were kind of crying (hey, its a sad movie, and we are both saps!)
i went over to hug her, and i dont know how or why this kind of thing happens; im just open, there is no other way to put it. i felt what she was feeling when we hugged and i couldnt breathe. so much pain, she wanted to scream. i took it all in, and when i backed away i felt like i would fall down. it was strong i had both hands cupped over my mouth because i felt like my mothers scream would come out of me. it took me a moment to catch my breath, and when i did i asked her, "do you always hurt that much, are you always feeling like that?" she gave me an odd look, and i had to explain what i felt when i hugged her. and then she shut off. she doesnt want to burden me with her pain. thats the most i have ever witnessed it. i dont think she will ever ger over her husband dying, leaving her so early in life. i hate to think of her being alone-in the scheme of it all she is so young. too young to spend the rest of her life alone. it breaks my heart. then i thought of the woman who woke up and i remembered-dont ever lose faith no matter what. that last card has yet to be dealt, for all of us. happy valentines day-i love you.