Miracles?

So my first patient today tells me that he has experienced a miracle.  A miracle? Please.  However his conviction was almost scary.  He believed God spoke to him and told him to cast out the demons of his illness (in this case, 30 years of dizziness).  He said he prayed and eventually spoke in tongues.  He then looked into the sky and saw 3 hunched over lizard men/beasts in a clear bubble.  They looked at him and shot off at lightning speed away into the sky.  Instantly he was "cured".  Now I have to tell you I have known this man for going on 6 years and NEVER has he volunteered this type of information before.  He was much more animated than he has ever been with me and his excitement was palpable.  I must say that I cannot explain why his dizziness went away, just that it had.  If he had been talking about anything besides the notion of a miracle, I would say that he was a loony.  However, part of me really wanted to believe in his miracle-the idea that there are things that I cannot explain...that there could be some sort of miracle out there for all of us, just waiting to happen.  Part of the reason that I continued to listen to his fascinating story was that his intensity, conviction, and certainty was at a fevered pitch and I was amazed at this.  In this day and age of instant information, Google, and 24 hour news stations, almost any story can be confirmed or debunked in a matter of minutes and it is much harder to "stick to our guns" and be convinced of the unfathomable.  But here he was- as convinced as the day it happened.  From a medical standpoint I cannot explain his sudden burst of health although I have my suspicions.  But that doesn't matter.  To him, it was real and that was all it took to "cast out the demons".  I am not sure that I am capable of this type of faith but I wish that I were.  The problem is that I have to set aside my rational side and just accept what is in front of me and I haven't found a way to do that-save one.   The love that I feel for my children is irrational.  I love them all equally, fully and in different ways.  Before children, I would say that it is impossible- there must be a favorite.  It is human nature to choose the best and disregard the rest.  But that isn't the case.  So as I write this, maybe I have opened my eyes to a miracle that has been in front of me all along-one that I will continue to nourish, love, and cherish each and every day-my children.