Hey, friend, come on in. My name is Alameen Abdul Mahmood. I am the host of a show called commotion.

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This story begins with a miracle.

I don't know what else to call it.

And when I say miracle, I don't mean it in the religious sense.

At least I don't think I do.

I mean it in the sense of luck.

Luck is a spectrum.

There are lucky breaks, flukes, good fortune,

but then there's a tier of luck that is so far beyond the parameters of chance

that it feels divine.

And while the story that I'm about to tell you features the whole spectrum of luck,

coincidences, right places, wrong times, million to one shots connecting, there's no story at all,

no truth, no justice, without the thing that happens first. The thing so far beyond the brackets of likelihood,

it was a miracle.

Because a father and son who weren't even looking

accidentally found something,

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