Have you ever experianced a "miracle"?

Because I think I just did. I came THIS close to being flattened by a 100k lb Log Truck...

OMG it was scary. I was on my way to work this evening (I work 5-9) when my car lost traction on it's way up a slushy, sleety, winding mtn rd. In order to keep from backsliding, I veered my wheel right and left in order to keep going. I managed to fishtail up the hill at about 10-15 mph for about a 1/2 a mile until a particularly bad spot pulled me into the wrong lane... Directly into the path of a log truck! He was approx 1/4 of a mile away but completely loaded and heading downhill so it would have been impossible for him to stop in time. I was trying like crazy to get back into my own lane but the wheels just kept skidding.

Then.....I feel kind of stuiped saying this but....It was like some kind of miracle!!!! JUST when I thought it was hopeless, the wind blew down a large branch right in front of my car, giving me the traction I needed. I not only managed to get back into my own lane in time but also had no problem making it the rest of the way up the hill.

I'm spiritual, but not a particularly "religious" person. I'm a beleiver and have my own sort of personal relationship w/God. However I am deeply distrustful of most organized religions. I've probably been to church only a handful of times in the past decade. And all of them for weddings or funerals.

I think this evening's events have reinforced my faith. It won't make me start going to church anymore then any other event in my life has. But I definately beleive in miracles now.

Has anyone else ever experianced anything like this? Something that you KNEW went beyond mere coincidence?

nothing is accidental. :hug: See you again in Philly!

Thank God you are OK! What an ordeal! I think someone was looking out for you for sure!

I was at a friend's house BBQ'ing on her propane grill.

Earlier in the day, I had taken change out of my purse and the change was in my pocket. Along with the change, I could feel this one safety award pin that had belonged to my father (I keep it with me, one of the few things of his I wanted when he died)

I was standing in front of the BBQ, with my hands in my pockets. My fingers could feel the change in my pockets and just as I could feel the safety award metal from my dad, I said to myself "Maybe I shouldn't stand in front of this thing"

Right as I moved away, the cap blew off of the propane tank and flames shot out right where I had been standing. It was weird!

Do you always keep your father's pin w/you or did you just happen to have it that day along w/the change?

It's amazing how personalized these miracles seem to be. This fact makes it harder to convince others that it is a big deal. I think most people have to really experiance them to beleive them.

I have had hopeless times when my prayers were answered.
It is too complicated to explain, however I will say that I share my gifts with those I can give something to. I hope you find a good way to express your gratitude and pass it on.

haven't ever experienced a miracle.

Almost the exact same thing happened to me today.

My wheels started skidding too as I was approaching my house, so I slammed on the brakes and started turning the wheel the other way. THe car kept going and I was heading right towards this ditch. I probably would have totaled my car and suffered serious injuries if I had flipped over.

All of a sudden I had traction again and I got back towards the middle of the road. I don't know why I was able to do this, because I thought I was surely screwed.

All I know is that I fucking hate snow.

Never never slam on the breaks during a skid and never never quickly steer in the other direction! If you don't have ABS, pump the breaks; if you do have ABS apply steady pressure...gently steer into then out of the skid to straighten the car slowly...

I remember driving in the winter up in Massachusetts, your story brought it all back, how dangerous it is.

Now my miracle was having 5 pints of blood transfusion, but saved by paramedics when there was a pressure of 50 the high, no pulse and the white light was coming and things moved in very slow motion. They put me in a body bag they use for skin drivers when they come up too fast in the water. That suit held what little blood I had in me after giving birth to my son a week before, apparently there was part of the placenta left in me and I went into labor again passing it and that's when I was actually bleeding to death. If it wasn't for the quickness of the paramedics, I wouldn't have been here and some mighty Thanks to God for listening to my prays!

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This is a story I've never EVER told anyone before, for embarassing reasons that will become clear-- as a young teen, I was given a bow-and-arrow set for my birthday. Living out in the country, it was not a big deal to simply go out into the back yard and start shooting at bailed hay targets. But I went out AFTER DARK one evening, and was mindlessly shooting arrows into the sky. (I never claimed to be a smart or wise teenager!) Playing Robin Hood, I stupidly drew back and shot one straight up into the air, and then stood stock still, waiting and listening for the arrow to strike the ground. After what seemed to me to be a more than appropriate time, I concluded it had landed outside my hearing range. But just at that moment, I thought I heard it land out in front of me, so I took a single step toward the noise. That's when I heard the THUNK behind me. The arrow had finally landed-- EXACTLY WHERE I HAD BEEN STANDING A SECOND BEFORE.

Whatever noise or unconscious impulse that caused me to take that single step forward at the exact right moment, to this day I atrribute to my higher power-- He didn't want me to be the first stupid kid on the planet to commit accidental suicide with an arrow shot to the top of his head from his own archery set! (Now you see why it's been such an embarassing secret, and why I've never told anyone!)

After almost forty years, it's STILL my most embarassing moment, and also my first genuinely spiritually defining one. I was simply not meant to die that night, idiot that I obviously was! I really, REALLY hope I've wised up a little bit since then...

Someone up there is taking care of you. I hope you said thanks :D

I was reminded of this because of the snow stories. Many years ago, I lived in an apartment that faced the main street in town. There had been a bad winter storm and I didn't get out of work until early in the morning. I drove slowly through streets that had been plowed once hours earlier but were now thick with wet snow again, the storm had dumped so much of it through the night and it was still coming down. Fortunately, due to the bad conditions and early morning hour, the streets were deserted. As I approached the driveway to my building, I noticed it hadn't been plowed but the earlier street plowing had left a bank where it met the road. I calculated that with enough momentum, I could push through it and get my car onto the driveway. I tried the maneuver and got hopelessly stuck.
Half of my car was still protruded out into the road and the street plows could be coming along at any time. I got a shovel from my apartment and tried to dig out the car, alternating digging and trying to rock the car back and forth. But it was stuck hard and the wheels weren't turning. I was afraid I'd ruined the transmission. I was tired and distraught and at one point I looked up from my shoveling and saw a man standing in the sidewalk. His small pickup was parked on the side of the road. I hadn't even noticed his arrival even though I could see up and down the street for a mile or so. "You need some help?" he said, with a wide, toothy smile. "My car's stuck and I can't get it out and I think the transmission's shot," I said, sounding embarrassingly desperate. "Why don't I push while you try to drive," he replied, all the while smiling brightly, which seemed slightly insane under the circumstances.
So I got in the car, and after a few tries, with the stranger doing some fast shoveling in between, he pushed and I drove the car out of the bank and safely off the street. I immediately got out of the car to thank the smiling stranger but he was gone. I looked up and down the street and there was no sign of him or his truck. He would've had to have driven pretty damn fast to disappear so quickly on that snow-covered, well-lit street.
The next day, I wrote a letter to the local paper, describing what happened and saying how grateful I was, in the hope that the stranger might read it.

Once about 10 years ago I was driving on the 405 south (that's a major freeway in So. Cal). I somehow accidently ended up in the fast lane in the old car I had back then. Some guy in a truck was riding my bumper. The traffic was whizzing by and I couldn't get over. Finally, he passed me, got in front of me, and slowed way down (almost like he wanted me to run into him - I've since heard that they have people that do this for insurance scams so I don't know if it was that or if he was just experiencing uncontrolled road rage). In any case, it was almost like "divine intervention" because the traffic was suddendly clear and I was able to change into the next lane immediately. I've never forgotten that. The other time was when I was in San Francisco with friends. There are a lot of one way streets in the city and I was getting ready to cross what I thought was a one way street but actually wasn't. I stepped out into the street and an unknown/invisible force literally pushed me back to the curb just as a car whizzed by. All of the people around me gasped because they saw what happened to. I do believe in angels, I do believe in angels, I do.....!

I made sloppy joes a few weeks ago for my son and his dad, and I had to run out and didn't get to have any. But I saw there were leftovers and was looking forward to having them the next day.

When I got home the next day I saw an empty bowl in the sink - someone had eaten the sloppy joes for lunch. :(

I thought, man, it's not like you can just get sloppy joes anywhere. It's not like they ever have them in my cafeteria at work.

The next day I walked into the cafeteria at work and guess what was the daily special at the grill - sloppy joe. I said, wow, it's a miracle!

Okay, after reading about your almost getting flattened by a truck and a fortuitous tree branch saving your life, I don't think I can really post this.

Oh what the hell. ( so very glad you're alive and well. you and your daughter have very good luck with highway mishaps - that was a miracle too)

I don't know that I've experienced a mircale, but there have been times when I've been stupid enough to have gotten killed, but I've survived.

See? Another reason you should move to TX. When we get ice on the roads, we stay home. The first reason is: our pools don't freeze over. ;-0 :hug:

intervention or my own, but I came out from work one day to a cold drizzle. I got in my car and drove out onto the 2-line highway and got up to about 40 or so. Just then, just over the crest of a hill, so I couldn't see them until the last second, two cars were stopped one on the left side and one on the right side with barely enough room for a car to squeeze between them in the middle of the road. There were also people standing around outside the cars. Anyway, I put my foot on the brake and instead of slowing down, my car turned sideways (black ice on the road) and if I kept going sideways I'd most likely hit both those cars and some of those people. I took my foot off the brake and maneuvered the steering wheel and managed to straighten up my car and drive between those two cars with about 6 inches to spare on each side, still going at least 35 mph. I still shudder when I think about it.

which was a miracle in it's own right.

I wonder if God ever gets tired of saving my life and getting me out of bad situations.

And there was no line.

Miracles are wherever you find them.

When I was 18 I owned a 1964 VW Beetle, and one day I jacked it up to drain the trans fluid and adjust the clutch (I'd been having shift problems). About halfway through the clutch adjustment I heard the phone ring, so I slid out from under the car, grabbed the phone, and only heard a "click" as the caller hung up. Just as I set the phone down, the passenger jackstand pin sheared off and the car came crashing to the ground. It didn't hurt the car, but it would have killed me if I'd been under it.

I wish we'd had caller ID back then, because to this day I'd like to take whoever made that call out to dinner!

I was seven at the time. In a total coma from just diagnosed diabetes, blood glucose was over 1000 (normal for a diabetic is 80-140). Couldn't see, couldn't hear, but I sensed the crucifix on the wall; then the voice of my recently passed grandmother telling me to "go back, your mom and dad need you." I remained in the coma for a little over 24 hours, but the first thing I saw when I woke up is--the crucifix, exactly as I'd pictures it.

Any wonder I believe in God? No fault to those who don't, and I know it sounds unbelievable, but it happened.

Oh yeah, the doctors had pretty much told my parents that I was unlikely to survive.

that's what it was. Just a fortunate happenstance part of the random nature of this universe. There is nothing out there throwing tree limbs as life lines for you, just the wind just the chaos of myriads of weather variables. Or, perhaps there is more out there than we realize. Be prepared for a future experience, a message, a communication of some sort another coincidence.

have you recovered yet? Be patient and open for it.

that I wake up, given how I've mistreated my body ever since I learned how to. ;-)
Surely I'm living on borrowed time.
I hadn't planned to make it much past 35.
It's truely a miracle.