The Miracle of the Recycling Bag

The recycling bag provided by our city, in which we put paper and cardboard for recycling, was on its last legs. A rip on its side had progressed so far that it was no longer a bag—more like a corner. I'd been complaining to myself for weeks about the city’s negligence in forcing us to work with this not-a-bag. Why hadn't it been replaced? Couldn’t they see that it was practically useless?

Today, as I was putting the recycling out, I realised that it’s more environmental not to replace the bag, but to fix it, and that I could easily staple the ripped side back together. I planned to do that this evening.

I just went out to the alley. Guess what? A shiny new bag awaited me. It’s not exactly a major miracle, but is a reminder that the universe helps us when we help ourselves.