"When I grow up, I want to be…A television news reporter."

I can't count how many times I said that. So many times that when I finally did land my dream job in news my mother simply said "THANK GOD!" so she wouldn't have to hear about it anymore. And I loved it. I loved writing. I loved the excitement of being right where the news was when it was happening. I traveled the world and I got to meet famous people. And I got to be on TV. Which I have to admit is pretty cool. Unless you're standing outside in -50o weather telling people they shouldn't go outside. Then you just feel like an idiot. Anyway, not long into my career it started to bother me that the only news we seemed to tell was BAD news. Even if something good was going on behind the scenes in the same story. Pull his neighbors' cars and tractors from the rubble after a devastating tornado, even though his own home and all of his belongings were destroyed. Wouldn't you want to hear about something like that? The news consultants said you didn't; that good news – or miracles – wouldn't "sell." Not to mention that a reporter who admitted to "seeing miracles" would probably find her next career move to some "bureau" in Montana. So I sat on my secret until, well…until I got out of news and got the balls (so to speak) to share it with the world. So…

I see miracles. There. I said it.

And no, this isn't about seeing the Virgin Mary on a grilled cheese sandwich. Although that would be pretty cool. And it's not like that kid in the movie "The Sixth Sense," who says, "I see dead people." It's not like that. I don't have any special powers and I don't hear voices and I don't even go to church. In fact, my life has been just as screwed up as the next person's (maybe more so in some ways, being a TV news reporter). That's why I think it's important to tell people that someone like me, someone like you CAN see, and experience, miracles.