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Michael Duhane lives in the small town of Merrill, Oregon. He meets and becomes a close friend with a woman new to Merrill, only to discover later that she moved there, not to start a new life for herself, but to change his...forever. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 20, 2013    Reads: 44    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


It's a funny thing; very often only noticed perhaps because that's all anyone is waiting for, a miracle. But how often are miracles perceived as such when life seems as good as it can get? How many people would be open to the possibility that what they consider to be another random happening could in fact be a miracle in disguise? I was the last man to ever be accepting to that probability…until one year ago today. That was the day I met May.

My life was nothing spectacular, not in the least. But I was well off with financial needs and other matters. I don't want to sound prideful but I did help out a stranger from time to time, if I could afford it. I often considered a kind gesture to be nothing more than a helping hand to someone in need; but little did I know that the person who benefitted most from that was me. My name is Michael Duhane.

People used to ask me all the time if I believe in miracles. I've read the bible stories about Jesus performing incredible feats; and I've witnessed and heard about miracles in other people's lives. Few wonders have even happened in my life and I don't give any credit but to God. But what is to be said about untold miracles? What the world considers being a miracle far differs from my experience. Her name was May.

May had this way about her to appear to others as unique. Of course, we are all distinctive, whether it is in stature, personality, or morals; but she had a certain glow about her. The moment May entered my town, we all knew she was different.

I live in the small town of Merrill, Oregon. There are approximately 892 residents in this tiny metropolis and there isn't one person who has not talked to every other citizen at least once. The cliché phrase "it's a small world" had grown stale in Merrill, until the day May arrived.

She knew her way around the town better than a man would know the back of his hand; though that, too, is a cliché. But what's more is that she had never been to this town as far as any one of us knew. I know when you think of cliché, a certain overused phrase comes to your mind, but could some expressive gesture other than just a phrase grow stale? The sense of wonder and curiosity grew, for loss of a better word, unoriginal.

Can a simple gesture to one man mean more than the world to another? Does a saint plan his way before he scales the path ahead of him? May showed up in my town, I believe not by chance or luck, but by the grace God. This is my story.

I consider my experience those few months to be a work of God which no man can duplicate. Before then, I prayed, though not as often as I should. I attended church, mainly because it's a tradition in my family. And I read the bible, usually only when someone told me a verse that may have held the solution to one of life's quarrels. To put it simply, I was not a very religious man by any standards. My life seemed to be on a straight path to…I didn't know where. I didn't know what my life was missing but I knew I needed more of what I wasn't getting. I needed God to transform me in some incredible way; and He did.

As I said before, I was not depraved in the grand scheme of things. I did earn enough money to put bread on the table and a roof over my head. I was, and still am a police detective at Burocounty Police Investigation Force just an hour outside of Merrill. I see a lot of sick things working on the force…people proclaiming to believe in one god or another; some proudly displaying their ten pound bibles on the banister above their fireplace, while hiding the evidence of their dreadful exploitation in the closet at the bottom of their stairs in the basement. I suppose that's what brought me to a standstill in my spiritual life. If that's what a relationship with a god does to people, why would I want that? Though I knew that anyone truly living for God would not commit injustice such as what I have seen, but how was I going to be changed through all of this? What would God do in my life to make me see the difference of my life as it was and a life as it could be? I never thought God would show Himself to me the way He did.





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