A Miracle Worker

About two weeks ago, I tweeked my back. The pain quickly spread to my hip and shot down the inside and outside of my right leg. It was painful to run, and seemingly more painful to walk. So, I finally sucked it up and visited a chiropractor today.

I went in praying for a quick fix, but realizing that that was highly unlikely. I was pleasantly surprised as my chiropractor, Dr. Jerry, turned out to be a miracle worker! I now consider the little building that houses his office to be on the same level as the Garden of Eden.

After a few minutes of cracking and readjusting, I literally skipped out Dr. Jerry's office pain free. Overwhelmed with elation, I giggled, screamed, slapped the steering wheel, clapped my hands, and talked to myself the whole car ride home. I have met a real live miracle worker.

With my new discovery, I am thinking that rather than sending letters to Santa, people ought to send letters to Dr. Jerry. He obviously has powers beyond those of the average human. So I have created a list of other miracles I would like Dr. Jerry to deliver for me.

Dear Dr. Jerry,

I have been a good girl this year. I am asking for the following:

1. Peace on Earth. If anyone can do it, it is you!

2. $10 million to unexplainably appear in my bank account.

3. To be young forever.

4. For laundry to do itself, fold itself, and put itself away.

5. To be able to slam dunk.

6. For the cold weather to forget to come this year.

7. For Cleveland, Ohio and Albany, New York to be neighboring cities.

I will leave out a glass of milk and cookies for you.

Thanks,

Alicia

There it is, my list of miracles. Even if they are not possible, I gladly accept feeling like a new woman, for I can get back to the things I love.

Running:

Chasing Shea: 

Playing basketball: 

And singing emphatically to my husband: