The Proof of Miracles
Miracle is such a strong word in the world, but what classifies a miracle? Do miracles even exist? According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, a miracle is defined as an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs. Through my personal experience, I can say that miracles do exist. I went from having fun, to going blind in one eye, to having sight in both eyes better than 20/20 within less than two months.
My story starts off with me and my three brothers playing paintball, a sport with two teams where the object of the game is to shoot the other team to win. We played about three games of paintball and the last game had just ended. We all took off our masks and my oldest brother was out of bullets, so we thought. He started to shoot the ground and all that came out of his gun was CO2 (a chemical compound composed of two oxygen atoms covalently bonded to a single carbon atom, which makes a gas at standard temperature and pressure). After he shot the ground, my oldest brother started shooting at my feet and slowly moved the gun up my body until he got to my face. Then out of nowhere, two paintballs came out of the gun and hit me in the mouth and the eye. Everything changed from joking around to sheer panic. Everyone dropped their gear, and my oldest brother picked me up in his arms, and rushed me into the house. The paintballs that hit me were filled with red paint, so it was hard to tell what was blood and what was paint. My upper lip had swollen so that it stuck out farther than my nose, and every time I opened my eyes all I was able to see was black silhouettes of people. I was terrified that I might lose my sight forever and be blind.
My mom did not want to go to the emergency room immediately because she wanted to go to an eye doctor first. We went to the eye doctor and he ran some tests. After an hour at his office, he sent us to an eye specialist at the hospital. We got to the hospital and had to wait an hour in the waiting room. They finally put me in a small room where I laid down and waited for another hour. The nurse came into the room to put dilation drops in the eye that was shot. I can honestly say that I hate this nurse because after waiting at the hospital for two hours and not eating for twelve hours. She came into the room eating and talking about how large and how good her lunch was, while I was starving. The nurse tried to put the dilation drops in my eye but she missed my eye four times. These dilation drops contained an acidic solution, so when she missed my eye, she put the drops directly in the open wound right under my eye. The eye specialist came in, and had me look at the eye chart to see if I could see any of the letters. When I opened my eyes all I could see was the color red and nothing else. The specialist told us that the reason that I could only see the color red was because the back chamber of my eye was completely filled with blood. The specialist also told us that it would take at least six months as well as multiple surgeries for the blood to start going down. He said that I would never see as well as I once did.
The specialist gave me dilation drops to keep my eye dilated and set an appointment for us to see him the next day at his private office. When we got home all I could do is sit up in a chair because I was not allowed to lie down as this would cause more blood to get trapped in my eye. That night before we went to bed, my family had a corporate prayer over me. We prayed for about thirty minutes together and toward the end of the prayer, I felt the same painful experience that the dilation drops had earlier, which was a high intense burning sensation that lasted for about ten to fifteen minutes. When my mom tried to put the dilation drops in my eye, I said, “No they are already in!” She then put the drops away and everyone went to bed. As for me I had to stay sitting up in the chair trying to fall asleep. The next day we went to the eye specialist’s private office and he had me try to read the eye chart again. This time I was able to not only read the first line, but I was able to read three lines of lettering. This amazed the specialist so much that he was speechless for a whole five minutes. When he finally said something he said, “I don’t know how or why, but for some reason it looks like the blood has gone down almost half way.” He gave us more dilation drops and said for us to keep putting them into my eye and sleeping sitting up so that the blood would continue to drain. So that is what I did for the next three weeks. After the third week we went back to the eye specialist and I read the eye chart line after line. With every line the letters got smaller and smaller until I was unable to make out the letters. After I read all the lines that I could, the eye specialist was shocked. He said that my sight was now 20/15 which is even better than the normal 20/20 vision.
After everything that I have been through, I can say without a doubt in my mind that miracles do exist. If miracles did not exist, then I would still be unable to see and would have to have two to three surgeries a year. I thank God that he healed my blind eye and restored my eyesight even better than 20/20. If you still doubt that miracles exists then don’t just take my word for it, investigate and you will find thousands of stories just like mine that show that miracles do exist.