The motivational speaker paced the stage with purpose. She had just spent close to an hour working towards the climax of her speech and was now ready to unleash her catchphrase on the audience gathered in the hotel ballroom.
“YOU are a MIRACLE!”, she declared in a booming, big-tent-revival voice. She repeated the phrase, each time poking her index finger towards a different section of the crowd and staring them down, lest the heaviness she was conveying go unnoticed by anyone in attendance.
“YOU are a MIRACLE! And YOU are a MIRACLE! And YOU—YOU are A MIRACLE!”
Tell me something I DON’T know, Bobby Rogers thought to himself as he sat there, unmoved and fuming. I can’t believe I paid $150 for a ticket to this NONSENSE.