Little Miracles

Recently I lost my work key. I ripped our condo apart searching high and low for the dang thing. I finally concluded I must have lost it at the Clark and Division El Stop. As anyone who has ever taken the subway knows, it's a dirty and chaotic place where you definitely don't want to be on your hands and knees looking for a little key. If you're lucky somebody may turn in your lost merchandise to the CTA lost and found. Both lost and found locations are super inconvenient and far away from the heart of the city where we live. I realized it was most likely gone forever. After talking to Mom and my husband I decided to stop worrying and keep a positive attitude. Well, this morning I decided to ask the lady at the ticket counter if she found a single key. She held up her index finger to me and asked me to wait a minute. She proceeded to turn around and reach into her crowded black backpack to pull out my little key! I almost cried I was so happy. I gave Nita a big hug and went on my way to work! To me this was a little miracle.