When people call me a wizard, I just smile and nod. I don’t really want to discourage the label. But I’m obviously not a wizard. I don’t wear long flowing robes, or a pointed hat. I don’t have a long grey beard and bushy eyebrows. I don’t carry a wand. I don’t even really know any magic by it’s strictest definition. That is to say, I don’t spend my time hunched over a bubbling cauldron, dropping in eye-of-newt or toe-of-frog, stirring the whole concoction with an over-sized wooden ladle, muttering to myself in a long forgotten tongue and tracing strange runes in the air with my fingers. Magic in that sense doesn’t really exist. But I would be lying if I didn’t admit to possessing a special skill which might appear to be magic. I make the impossible happen. When the monarch butterflies disappeared from Monterrey, I brought them back. When the vineyards of Bordeaux were infested with a mysterious blight, I restored them. When the good people of Rhodes were visited with a sudden plague which claimed the lives of the first born children, I created the cure. And when the plains of eastern Africa were struck with a crippling drought that lasted four growing seasons- decimating the population, I brought them rain. So when I hear people call me a wizard or miracle man or witch doctor, it’s all I can do to give a shrug and wave politely. I don’t do magic or miracles, there really is no such thing. Those are just words people use to describe what they don’t understand. Things that could be understood if one were to open their mind a little wider. I simply refuse to acknowledge the concept of impossible. What magic could you accomplish if you would do the same?

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