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I attended the funeral of a wonderful hospice patient I'd had the pleasure to sing to for the last two years of his life. He was 94 when he finally let go, leaving behind him a legacy of love the likes of
which I'd never before experienced. His funeral service was filled with family and friends, all celebrating this great man. His family had asked me to sing at the service and I was honored to share my voice and my
heart at his memorial. Later that day, I went to his home to listen to stories about him from each member of his extended family. He continued to grow in stature in
my mind, as tales of his generosity and spirit wove a rich and loving tapestry. As I drove home, I felt positively expanded by the outpouring of love, grateful to have experienced such upliftment and pleased to
have made my own musical contribution to it. When I got home, I signed on to my computer to check my email. I noticed that a light on my printer was blinking even though I hadn't
printed anything all day. Usually, when that light flashes, I simply press the Resume button and the computer spits out a blank piece of paper. So I did, and it did…or so I thought it did.
I wanted to print out one of my emails and thought I'd use the blank piece that came out when I'd hit the Resume button. I took the piece of paper out to re-feed it when I noticed a mark on the paper. The
mark was very small and located in the upper left-hand corner of the page, outside of the usual margins for typed documents. I look closer, wondering how something got way up there. I put on my glasses and it
came into sharp focus, and I nearly fell off my chair. There, as plain as day, was a tiny, perfectly formed heart! How did it get there? I don't even know where to find a heart like that
in my computer. How did it get there? It was sitting on a part of the page that is ALWAYS blank. How did it get there? I even asked a detective friend of mine for an explanation, but he said he didn't have
enough information. How did it get there? Ah, it's one of those delicious unsolved mysteries that give my life new meaning every day. It got there as a reminder
that love exists in every moment if I take the time to notice. How did it get there? God only knows. NOTE: If you'd like your own copy of the heart, send a stamped,
self-addressed envelope with the words Miracle Heart on the back to:
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ometimes, an unexplained mystery serves as a reminder that we really don't know most of what's going on at any given moment. This fact was driven home to me recently.