The miracle of growing up is the adversity. It seems one is constantly being battered with trials from every direction. Just when you think you've gotten ahead, whether it be in school or with your family or your friends, something happens that puts you behind. So far behind sometimes that you wonder if you will ever catch up. If there's even a point in trying. But then there comes a miracle. Sometimes it's nothing more than your best friend telling you that you are an amazing person, but suddenly the world seems brighter. Because someone cares about you. And from that little miracle comes hope for the future, and you find it is possible to pick yourself back up and move on and someday when you're sitting cross-legged on the ground feeling the sun warm on your face you think back on that trial and you realize how much it helped you to grow and learn and understand that you were never behind in the first place, that you were always right where you were supposed to be.