A Modest Miracle

I got an urge today to take some garlic and to take some rosemary, and to seep them in oil for a few days to make some bread dip. I had a strange quantity of virgin oil and fresh peeled garlic on hand, but I lacked the rosemary, so I grabbed a friend and went walking in the neighborhood, looking for a garden to rob.

We walked for a few blocks in the dark with a flashlight looking for rosemary, but we weren’t finding any. We found some mint and some tomatoes in a garden near our house, but no rosemary. Then a nice lady walked by with something in her hand that looked like a plant. I said, “Hey, do you know any houses around here that might have rosemary?” She said, “¿necisita rosemary?” and held up the sprig she had in her hand. We chatted a bit, and she gave me a sprig off the plant she was bringing home.

Now, I’m not a religious man, and in fact I don’t believe in anything that can’t be seen (ghosts, goblins, Zeus, god, angels, et al included). Sometimes I can see why others believe though. I mean, what are the odds?

Upon arriving home, a roommate described it as, “A modest miracle.” Indeed.