Recognizing a Miracle

It's the day after the big Lottery drawing. No, our one ticket didn't win.

Logan came today. He cleans the snow from our roofs. Tall, handsome, 20 ish, he works at Meijer, and is a very smart, capable young man. He likes Jim, is polite and friendly to me, and drinks coffee. Perfect.

Jim was running the snow blower after Logan went up on the roof with his shovel, and was surprised to see him walk around the corner of the house a few minutes later. Logan informed him he had just "fallen" off the roof.

Jim shut down the blower and questioned him further, and this is Logan's story.

 On the north end of the roof he discovered ice under the snow. Not thinking, he shoved the snow off the edge a couple of times, and suddenly felt himself sliding toward the edge. In that long four seconds, he knew he could not stop his fall, so he made a decision, and jumped toward the nearest white pine, a few feet away from the edge. He says he landed in the tree, hugged the trunk and caught his breath. Looking down, he had about 10 feet to the ground. He loosened his grip, and slid to the ground. He was unhurt, and unruffled by the experience. In fact, he laughed about it.

Over coffee, which Jim insisted on, he said he learned quickly, to leave a snow band along the edge of the roof, making a nice barrier, until he moved on to another part of the roof. Good thinking.

And all we hoped for on this day was a winning ticket and a few million,  we were blessed with so much more!