The Broken Fingernail
Some time had gone by since I had clipped my fingernails, due mainly to the fact that "someone" borrowed my fingernail clippers and did not return them. They could not be found.
So I decided, finally, to purchase a new pair of fingernail clippers. On one Sunday morning before church I went to a Walgreens store and picked out a nice, expensive, quality pair of clippers. I took them to the checkout line and paid for them. Then I carried them to the car. I opened the car door and dropped the new fingernail clippers in the passenger sear.
As I pulled my hand in the car as I was sitting down, I raised my hand and caught it on something (I cannot figure what) and ripped my fingernail down to the quick. This is a small miracle, because I had brand new fingernail clippers in a shopping bag sitting right beside me.
I took the clippers out of the box and immediately went to work to clip and file my ripped fingernail. Then I just went ahead and clipped the rest of the nails. That is a small miracle, don't you think?