Miracle Adams

My mom named me Miracle because I survived being hit by a car. Would you believe the morning it happened, who turned out to be my mom, well, she tried to get me to come to her so I wouldn't run into the busy street but that day I was running scared and just didn't know which way to go. I darted across a major street and boom, a pick up truck hit me. This girl, Rose, who is now my mommy, saw and heard the whole thing. I just lie there in the street crying, moaning and groaning, please help me, someone help me, please. The driver didn't care, he just drove on. Rose ran out to me, she was crying her eyes out. She didn't know if I was already dead, or drawing my last breath so she took off her jacket and scooped me up into her arms and another lady who could see what was happening stopped and asked if she could help. Rose said yes, there's a vet about a block away. They rushed me to the hospital and they took me right away. The first doctor told Rose I was history. I had no collar and no chip. The doctor needed someone to sign off to put me to sleep, so Rose was going to sign but something made her hesitate and she asked if she could say her last good bys to me, when she came to see me, I was sitting up with an oxygen mask. Rose was sobbing and telling me how much she loved me when another Doctor came by and wanted to know what was wrong. Rose told him, he saved me and here I am. Miracles do happen.