Miracles!

I feel strangely up today after reading about the birth and near death of an infant in Argentina.  The girl, born three months premature, was declared dead and sent to the morgue where her body was in a refrigerated unit for some 14 hours.  Her parents insisted on seeing the dead child so they could take a picture for her funeral (sounds a bit like Rick Santorum's family and no, I don't read the Enquirer--it was in Google News).  When the mother lifted the cloth covering the baby's head she heard a faint cry and then saw the child move.  The girl has been in a hospital now for some three months, with serious problems--which makes sense if you were not only born premature but refrigerated for 14 hours, but her parents are hoping she can come home soon.  After reading so many depressing stories, particularly those coming from Aleppo in Syria, this story was very welcome, mainly because it demonstrates the strength of the life force.  I can only hope that the damage to the child is not so severe or long lasting that it prevents her from having a good life. Whenever I get down I've decided to think of that little girl clinging to life and to stop feeling sorry for myself.