Miracles, I have learned, come in all sizes and the smallest ones can be almost as sweet as the largest. The other day, I was in Benkert's Bakery picking up two loaves of challah. As they were being sliced, I mentioned that the bread was part of the food I was bringing that evening to Ronald McDonald House (next to Long Island Jewish Hospital), where a group of friends was serving dinner for the families that stay there while their children are undergoing treatments at the hospital. Before I could blink, the bakery owner's wife filled a huge box with fresh baked cookies and insisted I take them as well. It hadn't even occurred to me to ask for a donation --- yet there it was.

The next day, one of my customers called me and asked me to stop by his office so he could talk about an order he wanted to place. I saw him that afternoon and when we were finished going over the details of the material he wanted, he handed me an envelope with the word "INN" on the outside. When I got back into my car, I opened the envelope and saw there were two checks in it --- one from the business and one from his personal account. Together, it was enough to pay for a week's worth of lunches at the Interfaith Nutrition Network's largest soup kitchen in Hempstead, which feeds over 1,500 men, women, and children every week. I hadn't asked my customer for a donation --- yet there it was.

On my way home that night, I got a call on my cell phone. It wasn't the best connection, but I realized that it was my friend Harry and he was saying, "They found a donor." Harry has been battling leukemia for the 20 years that we've been friends. The doctor told him last summer that he needed a bone marrow transplant --- all the other treatment options had been exhausted. We all knew that finding a match for such a transplant was very long odds --- many times it doesn't happen.

I told Harry how happy I was that they had found a donor and then I couldn't help myself. I admitted that every week since last summer when I was in temple, I had prayed for this. Harry thanked me for keeping him in my prayers. In our heart of hearts, I don't know if either of us expected this miracle --- yet there it was.

Perhaps there is a season for miracles.