Random Miracles

Happy the Man
Happy he, and happy he alone,
is the man who can call today his own,
the man who, secure within, can say:
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Whether fair or foul or rain or shine,
all my days, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not even Heaven upon the past has power:
What has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Horace
First Century, B.C.