And though I had many mean-spirited and sad and self-pitying thoughts along that river, I also had a few good and hopeful ones. I was hopeful because G*d clearly had passed his hand over this situation and cleared way for a miracle for Hailee. He sent her to decent kind skilled expert people with love and understanding in their hearts. He sent a family of earthbound angels to her in that stock yard. And you can't help but be hopeful when a miracle like that occurs in your life for a loved one. I didn't deserve His mercy and grace, but that's what I got. Do any of us ever deserve the miracles that are worked in our lives?