My mother and Billy were sitting on bleachers watching my other brother Jack play a scrimmage with his Pop Warner football team. A small brown and orange butterfly fluttered over and landed on the bleachers near my brother. Billy was completely enthralled by his new friend and gently picked him up. The butterfly was more moth like and had a big eye in the tips of his wings.
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He told my mom that he wanted to set him free so he opened his hands but the butterfly did not move. He was concerned about this and looked closer. He declared, "Mom there is powder on my hands, he can't move because his powder wore off." Then he said, "that is okay, I will just wait with him until he grows new powder." So he sat and he waited and waited. Eventually the little butterfly took flight. He then told my mother, "his powder grew back quick." Then my brother was off playing.
My mother believed without reservation that this was a miracle and in some ways I guess it was. However, my five year old brother's patience was probably the real miracle.