When my mother was 3 years old, my grandad made her watch Apollo 11 land on the moon because she would be 'witnessing a miracle.'

Similarly, she made me watch Pope Benedict XVI celebrate his Inauguration Mass. Not because it was a miracle as such, but because 'it doesn't happen very often' and I would 'remember it.'

Yesterday, October 13th, I believe I witnessed 33 miracles... all of which I will definately never forget.

I woke at 6am with anticipation and anxiety - after watching the news until past midnight, I knew some of the Chilean miners would be out. The rescuers had managed to save four at this point.

I was actually fairly surprised at how well they looked, and although I'd previously seen clips of them on the news from inside the mine, I was still expecting shabby, 'castaway' lookalikes.

Each miner smiled extatically as they hugged their wives, girlfriends, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers. Some fell to the ground and prayed, overwhelmed at being (quite literally) on top of the world.

The amount of sheer compassion each of the miner's shared; and the way that all the rescuers and relatives stuck together in the 69 agonising days will never fail to amaze me.
I'm very glad the whole world watched these miracles - and I hope each of the miners gets a great deal of compensation, sponsorship and gifts from people: they deserve to be recognised and respected.

As for you all out there, when something unusual happens - even if it seems a bit boring at the time - watch it. Stare. Be shocked. Laugh. Cry. Ask questions... whatever. Make sure you record that moment because you may just be witnessing a miracle.