I have a miracle to tell you about.

Thursday night I had come to find out that the application for the U of U's Social Work Masters program was due on the 1st of November... (Meaning 2 days from then).

I was frantic. The next morning I zoomed up to the U of U to pick up the application packet and the secretary questioned me if I was 'really serious' about applying or not. I was firm in how I answered but somehow in the elevator I could feel my eyes swelling up with tears. I quickly stopped, bolstered myself up and decided to not give up.

I sped back to Provo for my 10 o' clock class. I was late and so I parked in the teachers lot for about 25 minutes. It was a dance class. I didn't feel relieved as I usually do after dancing but ran out barefoot to move my car...Got a parking ticket.

I began my process of applying- Apply for school at the U of U, fill out the applications, get transcripts, write essays, find referrals... the whole deal. I was really worried about referrals because I was asking so late. I felt totally unprofessional. Good new is though-it worked out! I finished my application, got the referrals needed (with the help of Nate) and was able to have a little halloween fun. Miracle #1

I woke up this morning with only about 3 hours of sleep and drove to the U of U to drop of my application. I was stoked! I actually finished it!

The information in my application stated that it needed to be turned in by the 1st... mailed or delivered. I had supposed someone would be there, on the 1st, but found myself standing at locked doors...outside the building with no one around.

I kept on looking at my manila envelope and up at the building only to laugh. 'Are you serious?'
It felt like such a joke. I thought that was it. 'Maybe I could mail it but then it would be too late.'

I called my mom, thinking maybe she would know how to solve this, when I saw a man park next to my car. He got out and proceeded to walk to a trax stop(or so I thought). I had a strong feeling to turn around and follow him, so I hung up with my mom and ran to meet him. I found him at the Social Work buildings door unlocking it. I introduced myself. His name was Fred.

Fred was my miracle today. He let me in! I slid my packet under the office doors (as instructed by a pink sticky note plastered to the door) and left smiling.

Fred works on the second floor. His son just got home from his mission in Ekat. Russia.

I am going back with a bag of oranges in hand to thank him.

THANK YOU FRED!!!!