I guess, to me personally, a miracle is something unexpected that happens and touches my heart.
I heard about a six-year old boy in Louisisana who was found, holding a baby and taking care of two other toddlers as well. How did this little boy know to take such responsibility, and how did the toddlers know they could depend on the six-year old?
This sort of thing probably wasn't too unusual in pioneer days and perhaps in other countries today. In our country, six-year olds are pretty much spoiled and treated like babies. Yet this emergency gave this little boy the occasion to show what he was made of. I hope someone gives him a medal.