Looking for a miracle

These days, all of us baby boomers of post World War II Manila are numb and restrospective - I think we cannot wrap our collective heads around the fact the one of our most colorful friends, if not the most - Leo, is very gravely ill. The lastest word is that his bodily functions seem to be improving a little bit but being the eternal pragmatist, I am most concerned with the spirit and soul that was Leo. Miracles do happen and if anyone can make it happen, it would be Leo. But until I hear his voice asking me - "Oye Lea, que chismes tienes?" I can only believe the flesh is there, not that incomparable spirit.