Manna From Heaven

So, my pain was bad, really really bad. So bad in fact that I could barely see or move and, here's the kicker, I was completely out of vicodin. We'd called Dr.Lutt and the medicine was on the way, but somehow it'd gotten hung up along the way and I was out of luck. For hours I just prayed and tried to work through the pain, but finally my mom couldn't take watching anymore and told me she was going to check her purse again. I thought it was hail mary since we'd already looked everywhere and found nothing, but if she wanted to try again that was fine by me, I couldn't stop her at any rate.
A few minutes later she rushed back with not one, but 2 vicodin! I wasn't as excited then because my pain was really high, like "break out the morphine" high, but I was desperate for any sort of relief and willing to try the vicodin.
In an hour it'd kicked in and my pain dulled down enough that I could sleep and that is exactly what I did.

I know, it may not seem like that impressive of a story, but it was really impressive to me. When I say we looked everywhere, I mean we'd torn the house apart and dumped the purses out several times during my various pain spikes and had found nothing. Call what happened whatever you'd like, but personally I'm calling it a little miracle.