In New York, he remembers the time that he found a lost wallet through a very fortunate circumstance. There was the other time, when he and his daughter were reeling in their rods, frustrated after a day without catching a thing. He prayed — cursed, really — and as they reeled in their last rod, they brought in a fish.
He called these two moments miracles[.]
I don't think the fact that this tree does not actually look like the Virgin Mary should detract from its status as a miracle, or as front page news. August is a slow time for both.