When Miracles Happen

I could care less about what Bernanke says today from Jackson Hole.

My friend's wife was hit by a car yesterday while they were out jogging together. She was knocked 15 feet through the air. Chris thought she was dead. Then she got up and started walking home.

Chris took her to the hospital. Banged up, bruises everywhere, and a slight hand fracture. She was fine. It was a miracle.

I had been thinking about going to the Chicago TweetUp, but it was a good thing I didn't. I was able to help here by picking up kids from tennis and going to the store for things. There was a cookout planned as well. It still went on, becoming a welcoming celebration instead of a going-away party.

Then the two 17-year old kids that were in the car that hit her -- it was a complete accident, by the way -- stopped by with flowers! They hung out for a while and had some cake and cookies and even took pictures with her. These were young gentlemen and demonstrated a lot of character by showing up. They were so relieved that she was okay.

I will keep one eye on the market, but my heart just isn't in it today. I'm just thankful a miracle happened.