I walked around for the following 4 hours with my finger up praying for a miracle, and it was cold, snowing in fact, but I had a feeling that my ticket was just on the horizon, so I pressed on.

Ten minutes before the show started, a little middle fifties-aged man walked up to me and said that he had seen me walking for the last few hours and that such dedication in the snow deserved a ticket to the show. I was excited, karma had looked fondly upon me that night and I had found my miracle.

On our way into the show, I asked the man why he had an extra ticket. He said that he was a close friend of Fishman's from way back, and Fishman sends him 2 tickets for every show, and told him if he didn't use one that he should help a phan out.

That night was one of the best show's I have ever seen. B.B. King came out and played with the boys and they were all so on point. The man who miracled me was equally as cool, buying me beers and food and even a shirt.

As the show was ending and we were shuffling out, I was trying to express my gratitude to him for showing me a great night, and he said, "well don't you want to know how I know Fishman so well?"  Of course I was curious, so he told me. "I have been Fishman's Rabbi for his entire life. I've known him since he was young and wouldn't stop playing the drums to leave the house." I was blown away, my first miracle was just that a true divine miracle!

- Emily