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The Greatest Miracle in the World [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Religion)
  • Author:  Mandino, Og
  • Author:  Mandino, Og
  • ISBN-10:  0553279726
  • ISBN-10:  0553279726
  • ISBN-13:  9780553279726
  • ISBN-13:  9780553279726
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Pages:  128
  • Pages:  128
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-1983
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-1983
  • SKU:  0553279726-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0553279726-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100015962
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'The greatest miracle in the world' contains the Memorandum from God to you. A great inspirational writer tells his story - a narrative that will hold you spellbound as it reveals exciting new secrets for your personal happiness and success.Og Mandino is one of the most widely read inspirational and self help authors in the world. Former president of Success Unlimited magazine, Mandino was the first recipient of the Napoleon Hill Gold Medal for literary achievement. Og Mandino was a member of the International Speakers Hall of Fame and honored with the Masters of Influence by the National Speakers Association. Og Mandino died in 1996, but his books continue to inspire countless thousands all over the world.CHAPTER ONE
 
The first time I saw him?
 
He was feeding pigeons.
 
By itself, this simple act of charity is not an unusual sight. One can find old people, who themselves look as if they could use a good meal, dropping crumbs for birds on the wharves of San Francisco, the Common in Boston, the sidewalks of Time Square, and points of interest in every city.
 
But this old man was doing it at the peak of a brutal snow storm that, according to the “all-news” station on my car radio, had already dumped a record-breaking twenty-six inches of white misery on Chicago and suburbs.
 
With rear wheels spinning, I had finally inched my car up the slight sidewalk incline to the gate of the self-park lot, a block behind my office, when I first noticed him. He was standing in the ebb of a monstrous snow drift, oblivious of the elements, rhythmically removing what appeared to be bread crumbs from a brown paper bag and dropping them carefully into a cluster of birds that swirled and swooped around the folds of his nearly ankle-length army-style overcoat.
 
I watched him through the metronomic sweeps of my hissing windshield wipers as I rested my chin on the steering wheel, trying to generatelÃâ

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