Sandy, David, Dorothy.

Three precious souls that share a commonality.

Not a commonality that most would wish to share.

Together and yet very distinct in their own unique way, each have been inflicted with a disability that has compromised the very quality of their lives.

Oh, how I wish I could wave a wand and heal their infirmities.

Oh, how I wish I could do more to share the hope that I have found- the hope that is available to all of us regardless of who we are, where we are or what we have done.

That hope ... that miracle that manifested in an inflicted world over 2000 years ago.

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday and the miracle lives on. Once again we will don our Easter finery to celebrate the resurection of the ultimate healer.

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