Miracles never happened to me. i didn't believe in all that much. in fact, i'd've laid down the bottle straight away if ever i had seen a burning bush. And if my walking stick should turn into a snake, "cut me off and ban me from the bar!" i'd've poured out my pint and pinched myself even if my hair should part. I'd've checked into a padded hotel room before you'd ever have convinced me. i didn't believe in miracles. they never happened to me. I used to be a non-believer, until that day i'll not forget: that miracle of miracles, baby, was the day we met.