Umm not true...I'm not sure what the beliefs are in Christianity, but in Islam there is no such claim
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I've experienced something that I deem a miracle and could not think of it as a coincidence. I respect other people's opinions and I hope they do the same for mine; in my case that one experience just destroyed whatever doubts about God I had. Religion is another debate altogether but I definitely believe in God, and thus a miracle.
It's going to sound too stupid ... but what the hell. Just imagine how I felt and none of the facts below are lies
When Juve made it to the CL final in 2003 I prayed every single day I could go and watch the final. Which is impossible, because my parents wouldn't just spend on me like that, and there's the whole ticket issue. But for some reason - maybe because I had relatives in London (the match was in Manchester) that's the best bet I could ever get, because accommodation would be free.
It got to a point where I was watching the CL show on tv a day before the match and they were talking about Manchester and the stadium etc I just switched off the telly because I thought to myself I don't really need to know these things.
That night, I went to sleep and I dreamt of myself in a stadium, but I was feeling sad.
The next day, on the match day - well technically it was because we were playing later 'that night' at '3.30 am the next morning' (we consider morning games that night) I told my parents I didn't want to go to school. It was already 7.30am, and I was supposed to leave at 6.30. But somehow at 7.30ish my mother told me I had to, and I got irritated. Then the phone rang, and since I was pissed at my mom I decided to pick it up so that I could avoid talking to her.
And it was my aunt, and she asked me, "you like Inzaghi, right?" and I said yes, and she told me she had a ticket to the final and if I wanted to go. (My aunt is very well connected)
Obviously I screamed (bear in mind the match was later that night!) and I told my parents. My parents gave me a harsh no, citing I cannot go alone (14 year old female all alone to London), and how the hell am I supposed to make it to London today anyway.
In the car on the way to school I cried to my mom and threatened her saying things like if I die tomorrow she'll regret this and if I die in Manchester at least I'll die happy. I did all the lecturing, amazingly she just kept quiet.
In school I was just so pissed and when I got home I was still pissed. And then my dad called me, asking what I was doing and I said watching tv (I was bitchy) and he said those magical words;
"go pack your stuff. You are flying tonight."
Apparently (this I found out later), that during the office hours my parents worked their asses off to beg my aunt for another ticket, and also for two flight tickets to London. My mom found it funny how she could forget the fact that she could've just lied to me about flights being unavailable... But anyway, my aunt somehow managed to get another ticket, and I went with my older brother, who is a die hard Man U fan (not those glory hunters).
The flight was 11.40pm, and the match was supposed to be later that night at 3.30 am! God bless time difference, my brother and I reached London the same day at 8.30 ish in the morning, met our cousins at London and straightaway drove to Manchester, and saw the game.
And then of course we lost, and I had this eerie sense of deja vu as I remembered my dream and it was all coming true.
I don't know. It still doesn't sound as crazy as it really was. But the fact that I got to see Juve, my fav team, against Milan, who was playing Inzaghi, my fav player, at Manchester with my brother, who loves MU as much as I love Juve ... when those things tied up, and the manner of how it all happened - if I did go to school earlier I might not have answered the phone or found out about the ticket at all, the fact that my parents couldn't bring themselves to lie or that there were actually available flights on such a last minute notice ... I'd call that a miracle.
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When Juve made it to the CL final in 2003 I prayed every single day I could go and watch the final. Which is impossible, because my parents wouldn't just spend on me like that, and there's the whole ticket issue. But for some reason - maybe because I had relatives in London (the match was in Manchester) that's the best bet I could ever get, because accommodation would be free.
It got to a point where I was watching the CL show on tv a day before the match and they were talking about Manchester and the stadium etc I just switched off the telly because I thought to myself I don't really need to know these things.
That night, I went to sleep and I dreamt of myself in a stadium, but I was feeling sad.
The next day, on the match day - well technically it was because we were playing later 'that night' at '3.30 am the next morning' (we consider morning games that night) I told my parents I didn't want to go to school. It was already 7.30am, and I was supposed to leave at 6.30. But somehow at 7.30ish my mother told me I had to, and I got irritated. Then the phone rang, and since I was pissed at my mom I decided to pick it up so that I could avoid talking to her.
And it was my aunt, and she asked me, "you like Inzaghi, right?" and I said yes, and she told me she had a ticket to the final and if I wanted to go. (My aunt is very well connected)
Obviously I screamed (bear in mind the match was later that night!) and I told my parents. My parents gave me a harsh no, citing I cannot go alone (14 year old female all alone to London), and how the hell am I supposed to make it to London today anyway.
In the car on the way to school I cried to my mom and threatened her saying things like if I die tomorrow she'll regret this and if I die in Manchester at least I'll die happy. I did all the lecturing, amazingly she just kept quiet.
In school I was just so pissed and when I got home I was still pissed. And then my dad called me, asking what I was doing and I said watching tv (I was bitchy) and he said those magical words;
"go pack your stuff. You are flying tonight."
Apparently (this I found out later), that during the office hours my parents worked their asses off to beg my aunt for another ticket, and also for two flight tickets to London. My mom found it funny how she could forget the fact that she could've just lied to me about flights being unavailable... But anyway, my aunt somehow managed to get another ticket, and I went with my older brother, who is a die hard Man U fan (not those glory hunters).
The flight was 11.40pm, and the match was supposed to be later that night at 3.30 am! God bless time difference, my brother and I reached London the same day at 8.30 ish in the morning, met our cousins at London and straightaway drove to Manchester, and saw the game.
And then of course we lost, and I had this eerie sense of deja vu as I remembered my dream and it was all coming true.
I don't know. It still doesn't sound as crazy as it really was. But the fact that I got to see Juve, my fav team, against Milan, who was playing Inzaghi, my fav player, at Manchester with my brother, who loves MU as much as I love Juve ... when those things tied up, and the manner of how it all happened - if I did go to school earlier I might not have answered the phone or found out about the ticket at all, the fact that my parents couldn't bring themselves to lie or that there were actually available flights on such a last minute notice ... I'd call that a miracle.
The end
that may be true. Don't know, but maybe you'd have to be a middle class Malaysian to understand the nature of how rare that opportunity was, what more with its last-minute style. Either way I consider it miracle. Or maybe some would say it's just good luck. That story aside, what defines a 'miracle' really? Because I think a lot of things happen in life that can't be explained, is that considered as a miracle? Say a man coming out of a coma after years and years etc
ain't nothing miraculous about us