Births.

Today was the anniversary of the birth of the Bab, and my friend Daniel declared last night after the Holy Day observance. It was his rebirthday, the second anniversary of the car crash that left him in a coma. When he finally awoke after three weeks, he learned that:

Bush had been re-elected president.
His long hair had been cut.
He had a brain injury.
The awful depression that had led to his not bothering about a seatbelt in the first place had ...

disappeared.

He also suddenly came to a realization. There must be one universal God, and the Prophets must all come from the same source.

Daniel had almost died, and considered himself reborn.

Two years later to the day, he declared his belief in Baha'u'llah.

How lucky we are to know him.