I've got a second cousin, Achim, and we've been tight since we were in diapers. Way more brothers than second cousins.
We used to work in the same place. We loved fast cars. We got married around the same time. We got drunk together, high together, and our lives fell apart around the same time. I had a nasty divorce.
His was way worse. Financially, it ruined him. But worse than that, as the divorce ran its course he became increasingly estranged from the two children he loved dearly.
The divorce is long in the rear-view by now, but he hasn't talked to his kids in 15 years.
A couple of days before Christmas, he talked to them for an hour on the phone.
That's what I call a Christmas Miracle.
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