Miracles

We went to see Slumdog Millionaire last night.

By "we" I mean my mom, sister, brother-in-law, nephew and MY DAD.

My nephew drove and dropped us off at the door with Dad. We paused inside the main doors, when we got to the right theater, when we got to the ramp and in the middle of the stairs. He gasped for air at each stop, but he continued.

Dad has outlived doctor's predictions for more than 30 years. He describes himself as a "tough old bird."

I reckon.

He loved the movie, by the way. Me too, especially because I watched it beside my Dad.