Perhaps a strong enough prompt from an outside source can inspire healing.
The news talks about a UK teenager who contracted laryngitis and pharyngitis earlier this year. Four trips to hospital and sessions with speech therapists failed to have an impact. She could not speak for six months.
The pair reached the front below the stage. Harry Styles came over and 'chucked' water over them. The girl tried to scream, just to make him notice her. To her astonishment, he blew a kiss in her direction. That's when she screamed with joy.
After that, her voice miraculously returned.
In her own words, she said: “No psychiatrist, no speech and language, no doctor or nurse could bring my voice back but One Direction could. I said to my mum: ‘Mum listen’ and as I tried to carry on screaming my voice came back more.”
Just look at Harry's sweet face. I hope fame doesn't warp him the way it has most stars. It must be hard to resist the temptation of being able to do whatever you want. As an aside, my anti-hero in the Moonstone series of novels is named Harry. Wicked name!
But back to topic. It would seem that this miracle occurred because the teenager's overpowering joy conquered her affliction. Perhaps it takes a psychological feature like this to alter the way the mind functions.
A low-key change happened to me in the 80s. I'd been diagnosed with hip displacia, or malformed hips, after pain stopped my usual freedom of walking. I froze and went inward, during which time I placed my faith in God. Knowing that faith could move mountains, I threw myself into normal life again at my son's 21st birthday party. I danced all night and never felt any repercussions. That was my small miracle. My deep belief has led me to discover so many truths which are not centered in one religion.
Rather, I step out in one direction toward understanding.
Do you know about someone who experienced a miracle cure?