My eighty-eight year old friend Annie, went to Lourdes with me. She is a trooper who goes with the flow. She is well-organized…even down to the toothpick she packed in our lunch, for our six hour train trip.
When we arrived at the hotel, our room had only one double bed. Annie looked at me and shrugged. "It doesn’t matter, I don’t move around when I sleep, nor do I hog the covers." And then she added, "I snore. But one bed or two, isn’t going to make a difference about that fact."
Later in the afternoon we came back to the hotel. Annie needed to rest. She fell fast asleep. Around seven I tried to wake her, but she kept on snoring. In the evening I climbed into bed. Somewhere in the night my head leaned on her shoulder…I startled myself, "Hey, this isn’t French husband." I bounced wide awake, and looked over at Annie, who was still snoring. I curled up, rolled over, went back to sleep.
The next morning I told Annie what had happened. How I couldn’t wake her, how she slept like a rock even through dinner, how when my head touched her shoulder she didn’t move an inch. I teasingly added, "Annie, I am very glad that you snored. It reassured me that you weren’t dead."
Annie cracked up laughing, and then threw back the best punch line:
"There you go, you have witnessed your first miracle."
photos: Poignant details of the 19th century stain glass windows, of Mary, at Lourdes. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?!
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