Miracle.

The execution was due to take place. But no, I was pardoned.

Just before the knife falls on my neck, I received a pardon from God.

I had been a very bad man. I skipped lectures. I never do my homework and tutorials. I never even finish a single novel prescribed by my lecturer. On the eve of the exam, I photocopied 500 over pages of notes to bring to the exam hall and I plagiarised every single word from the essays i printed. I never bothered to do any research for any modules. I took the easy way out. I just...slacked my way through, not thinking about my future and I could'nt care less whether I pass or fail.

On the eve of the paper, I got a panic attack because I did not read a single novel for the paper. There were 7 novels at all and tons of notes that I did not even read at all. The last minute speed reading of 400 over pages in one night almost killed my eyes and my mind was even thumping with the furious registry of facts about Freud.
At the point in time, I regretted my vagrant days of not going for lecture and not reading a single novel.

I entered the execution ground and wrote rubbish. I thought it was done, that I had finally rode out my luck. I lamented to Meja and Nuan about my impending failure.

Yet, today, I saw a pardon, a miracle. Just yesterday, I had blogged about the impossibility of miracles in life. And today, I got the biggest slap across my own cheeks when I witness one of the biggest miracles of my life. I passed and once again, I scored all Bs except for the one module that I did not read a single novel. For that modules, I miraculously scored a C+.

I remained stunned in my seat. I went numb. The miracle which I never believed in had happened. A fortune teller once told me that I am destined for great things. I never believed him. He told me that things are fated in life. I never believed him.

Now, I believe. Yes. I believe. Fate. God. You are alive because today, I saw you. Thank you for the miracle. The dead has been resurrected.