Again?

I went to my audiologist this morning for my annual exam. I have really bad hearing and I wear hearing aids. It's not necessarily an old guy thing. I've worn hearing aids since my thirties, and I had an audiologist then who told me that the type of hearing loss that I have is something that I was born with. He said that it would get worse with time, but he also told me that it's something that I've had all of my life but only noticed as an adult.

Anyhoo, my insurance company requires that I see an ENT along with my audiologist, but they work together in the same office so it's easy to do. They both told me that I've had no further hearing loss within the past year (unusual, but yay for me), so everyone was happy. However, as the ENT guy was checking me out he noticed a scar on the corner of my mouth. It's from work that was done on me when I went into respiratory arrest while being treated at the hospital after the motorcycle accident. I personally don't know what they did to cut me that way, but life goes on. The ENT asked me about the details of the accident, and in the process I mentioned that one of my injuries was a ruptured aorta near the heart. He kind of freaked out a little and told me that I'm a miracle. He said it three times within the brief conversation while telling me that I beat some serious odds by living past that injury. He even used the cliché about my life having some special purpose because I survived something that should have killed me.

I was completely blasé with him about the whole cheating death thing as he attempted to convince me of my wonderfully preserved life, and we eventually said goodbye to each other in a very pleasent way. He's a really nice guy, but I didn't feel like describing to him just how many times I've been told about the same miracle over the years by various healthcare people. It's not that I don't appreciate life, but rather that this whole situation has grown to be "something that happened", and I personally believe that every day is a miracle. I mean, a sinful but divinely redeemed dork like me has a loving wife, a loving daughter, a good life, and a great ministry in which to serve God. Yeah, the miracles abound and they're not confined to one day or one injury. So I'll aways be thankful, but scars just don't mean that much to me.