People proclaim the miraculous to all sorts of events. I have three.
1)- We (ex wife, 2 boys) went to visit my parents in NJ. Stayed up waaaay to late the evening before leaving back to Indiana. I started driving, then just couldn’t continue, and asked the (ex) wife to drive. Somewhere between 3AM-4AM, on I80 in western Pennsylvania, the wife apparently dozes off and hits the rumble strips on the left shoulder. I am startled awake, and without thinking at all I grab the wheel and jerk it down violently. The car does a couple 360s and winds up in the ditch, resting in front of a tree at almost a 90 degree angle. Anyone familiar with I80 in PA knows there aren’t many places to go off road without hitting a tree. About half a mile up the road is a concrete bridge without a shoulder. That would have been ugly. Not a scratch on my wife, my kids, or myself. Possibly a “miracle” … especially when you hear the next part. We go to her parent’s house a few days after returning home. BEFORE we can relate our harrowing story, her father tells us that the very day we were driving back, that he awoke somewhere around 3AM, and the Lord impressed on him to pray for us. Wow. We then told him what happened around 3AM … and all of us were convinced it was, indeed, a miracle.
2)- June 1971. My girlfriend, Cindi, just graduated from high school. Her dad bought her a brand new Mustang. We go to the shore, Seaside Heights. One the return home, just two or three blocks from her house, a car with four drunk Hispanic teenagers flies right through their stop sign at what the police estimated to be around 50-60 mph. They hit the driver side door / driver side fender. The car is totaled. Neither of us is wearing a seat belt. Cindi’s face goes flying through the windshield. The two passengers in the other car are severely injured. I literally walk away with only a bruised knee.
3)- I’m stationed in Greece and it’s late November 1973. Me and my buddy take my 1965 VW micro-bus and drive up to the northern part of the country to see Mt Olympus and the Oracle Of Delphi. The bus does not have a radio. We drive back to the Air Force base, which is part of the Athens International Airport. As we approach Athens, and then drive through it, we notice something unusual …. there is NOT ONE fucking car on the streets. Shit. Something’s very wrong. I decide to floor the pedal to the metal to get back to base … which means the VW was doing about 50mph. I round a corner near the Athens Polytechnic University, and not 50 feet in front of me are …. two Greek Army tanks, barrels at about eye level. That was quite a sight, really.
That’s how I discovered there had been a revolution. That’s how I found out they had orders to shoot on sight …. but didn’t, and I don’t know why. That’s how I got religion. Seriously, I had already been attending Bible Studies off base, and not long after this incident I was baptized in the Mediterranean.
I don’t believe these were miracles. I’m just one lucky sumvabitch.
What about your miracle – or, lucky sumvabitch – story? I KNOW you have one. C’mon! Please share it with us … this place is deader than a doornail today. Who knows? Maybe I’ll become a Believer!
T4C
Wow. Cool stories.
Reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about in a while.
We were vacationing at St Simon Island (GA) …. walking along the beach …. David my 3 year old was on my shoulders, holding on to my ears (really) …… he let go ….. my hands were slippery from suntan lotion and I couldn’t hold on …… I quickly turned around and grabbed his ankles before his head hit the sand …. literally less than an inch before impact ……… yeah, “paralysis and intracranial hemorrhaging” crossed my mind
The ex-wife – I thought the miracle was going to be she gave you a blow job on I-80.
Cindi’s face goes flying through the windshield – the miracle that after being all cut up Cindi’s face looked exactly like the road map of Boston.
I drove muscle cars throughout my high school years and on many occasions I was drunk. Not one ticket , not one accident. Now that was a miracle.
Fuck you Stucky…
I should have been dead a half a dozen times over, but I’m still here…
And, just because You Ams Dildos today, I’m not gonna share…
My dad called it the luck of the dumber. Better to be dumb and lucky than smart and unlucky. Its some Dutch saying.
No miracles for these folks.
Didn’t Oreo Nigga praise Ukraine in his SOTU?
Nazi Ukies not even trying to hide that they are targeting and murdering civilians …. 8:30AM this morning, Ukraine time …. Nazi Ukies lob 82mm shells at buses and trolleys near the center of the city ….. killing 15, including children.
That’s what your Nigga In Chief supports.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=l0BnQKO5xA4&x-yt-cl=84411374&x-yt-ts=1421828030
Miracles, guardian angels, something. I’ve felt the touch of the unknown a few times, more than a few times, in my life.
Many times as a teen, while out carousing in the metropolis (pop 2400), I felt/heard someone tell me it was time to go. One second having fun, or getting in trouble, the next, “IT IS TIME TO GO.” For some reason, even though I was raised to doubt myself, I never doubted the voice/feeling. Nearly every single time I left right before my friends turned criminal, or the cops showed. Once I left within 5 minutes of a huge multi-jurisdictional raid.
In my 20s there were a few times I nearly died in my car, of course I was putting nearly 100k a year miles on it, it goes to figure I would nearly be in accidents, a couple of which would have killed me and once I distinctly remember slowing down and changing lanes for no apparent reason.
The biggest time was playing Death Frisbee 5000 at a lake. It was a huge party, probably over 20 lake families and we were having a blast. I love things like that and I was trying to beat this young (oh so beautiful) neighbor kid. I went running/splashing to catch a frisbee gone wild, lept through the air and literally FELT something push my head/body back.
I splashed into the water and fully expected to come up and push someone down for trying to block my catch (which I made, btw), instead I stood up directly into a dock. That I really hadn’t noticed, and that onlookers said went by within millimeters of my head.
I would have seriously damaged my head/face if not broken my neck. That was a miracle.
I have to think about this, I know there has been others but it seems that time does soften so many memories, both positive and negative.
Great subject Stuck, glad you survived it all.
At my age – young though I may feel – there are a few dozen stories that “for the luck of ?? there I would have gone”.
I had a three story wall of an apartment building in Beriut take a morter hit, fell over and landed right on top of me. I happened to be standing where an open balcony was in the outer building wall, no doors left in it and the first thing I saw through the dirt and dust was a family picture now horizontal (inside of the wall). I threw up and toppled over with no strength in my legs and had to hand wash my undies under a broken water pipe before I could pulled myself together. Never liked mortars ever since.
I really don’t want another cat’s whisker miss like that again.
I also – at 19 – managed to convert it into a learning lesson on what was really important in the world and what wasn’t — so it was not all for naught..
MA
Oh, I have a BUNCH of these tales…
-When I was about 10 living in “lively Shively” in Big Lou, playing with my friend across the street. As I recall he got a bow & arrow for Tgiving and we were taking turns shooting the thing. Well, the string came loose from one end and he started whooping it like a lariat by the string and walking toward me as he looped it. The wooden end of the bow struck me in the face, just barely missing my left eye just on the socket. I bled like crazy & you should have seen his Mom’s face when she opened the door. Still have the scar.
-About a year later, same neighborhood, different bunch of hoodlums was building a tree house in the backyard nailing 2 by 4’s to the tree. Dumbass me was standing under the tree and down comes a 2 x 4 x 4 (or therebouts) hitting me square on top of the head. The luck in this one was the nail in the board didn’t hit me.
Biggest close call when I was a youngster was drowning in a community swimming pool in Geneva, AL at one of my “public appearances” when I was a DJ on a hot rockin’ flame throwin 100,000 watt FM down at the beach. My fellow DJ’s were crackin on me bad ’cause I can’t swim (so what am I doing at a swimming pool) and naturally the lifeguards had a plan to throw me in. I told the guys I couldn’t swim for real so if you throw me in jump in and get me out.
Long story short, they threw me in the deep end and when I didn’t surface they thought it was a gag. I stopped breathing and had an NDE, but they finally caught on I was drowning and with CPR I revived to tell the tale.
Sorry I have not posted in a while dad passed just before Christmas. No surprise he had cancer for many years. The miracle is that he lived to 82 smoking for over 50 years and drinking copious amounts of gin right until the end. Interesting thing happened at his wake. One of my older brothers rarely dresses up (we had a bet on whether he would wear a tie) came nicely dressed and low and behold wearing a tie. As we dutifully stood in line he reached into his pocket at some point and pulls out something small, it turns out to be a tie pin. He turns to me questioningly and says, “That’s weird I don’t even own a tie pin, I had to borrow this tie and who else would where my 48 long sports coat.” He hands it to me and I look at it, putting on my reading glasses to see and discover there is a picture of a tiny owl inscribed on it. This would not be so strange if my father had not been a collector of everything owl. There are literally thousands of owl things throughout my parents condo,paintings, wood cuts, sculptures, candles, books etc and he has done dozens of pieces of art with owl themes. My brother swears that he did not put that in his pocket and I have no reason to doubt him. I am not sure if that classifies as a miracle, but its certainly was something interesting.
Bob.
Miracles abound Stuck.
It was a miracle I didn’t kill myself when I was 15 in a fall from the 2nd story of a neighbors house. The same type of fall killed a friend when he was ten.
It was miracle that I didn’t die when my sister’s car got totaled;the passenger side was crushed in by a guy who ran a stop sign. She had just let me out at the 7-Eleven….why… because for some reason that morning she wanted chocolate milk . She was going to pick up a friend and swing back by to pick me up . I was pissed and told her to get her own milk but after she said please I did it…Thank God .
Stuck last year when I had just finish my last radiation treatment I weighed 164 pounds. I weighed 224 five weeks prior . I constantly threw up…4 or more times a day violently , this kept me from eating anything for five weeks. The Chemo destroyed my sense of taste….everything including water tasted like crap. I spent 4 day in the hospital after the last treatment due to my system getting so out of wack.
I got home from the hospital and layed in bed. I knew if I didn’t eat soon they’d put a feeding tube in…that was the last thing I wanted. I was afraid to try and eat becasue it made me so sick.
I closed my eyes and asked the Lord for a few things. I asked him to give me something that I could drink and I asked him for something I could eat everyday .Both of these things had to taste good to me.That was my prayer.
I drifted off to sleep for a few hours. I woke up and went into the living room where my wife and mom were watching TV. I asked my mom if she’d run to the store and get me some coconut water . I loved it before I got sick and I wanted to try and see how it tasted. She went to the store and in mom fashion she bought 25 bucks worth of the stuff.
I opened a container,poured a glass and took a drink. My mom asked,” How does it taste “. All I could do is smile and say.”Just like it did 4 months ago…great ” !
I settled in with the drink,an hour or so later I got to thinking about eating something. I knew solid food wouldn’t do but I needed something. I remembered I had a some protein powder in the lower kitchen cupboard . I took my shaker glass,filled it with two scoops of protein power ( 56 grams of protein) filled it with milk and shook it vigorously. ( that was the most exercise I had in months …LOL)
I took a sip….Damn… it was sooo good. For about 2 weeks I lived on coconut water and protein powder. I slowly progressed to grits,eggs,sausage and then to more foods.
Did the Lord awnswer my prayers Stuck and give me a miracle….you bet he did .
Sorry to hear about you loss Bostonbob, but the owl story is very strange. My wife & I had something like that happen last nite; a friend of ours just passed at age 76. He had a nice singing voice and loved karaoke. We were talking about him last night and what came on our mp3 player (running on shuffle) than his all-time fav, “Smoke gets in your eyes” by the Platters.
Strange world we live in, eh?
I can’t think of one particular miraculous moment in particular but suffice to say that age 2 through 22 was one continuous string of miracles. I don’t know how my parents didn’t stroke out or die of a heart attack. Actually, that didn’t happen because they only knew about 1/10th of the crazy shit we got up to but even that drove them to the brink. My dad used to pace around mumbling to himself while trying to hand out punishment. (It used to make me laugh.) In hindsight he was trying to get his frustration and and anger in check so that he didn’t find himself killing and burying us out behind the shed!
T4C, I and my brothers fell out of and off of things landing on our head more times than we could count. My youngest brother shaves his head several times a year and it looks like a series of train tracks both long and short due to all the stitches he had. I’m sure my melon looks the same. I got stitches in my head twice in one day from separate accidents! Got my ass warmed up by mom after getting home from the doc the second time. Kids are tough. They have to be to make up for the stupidity!
Not sure if this is a miracle but more like evidence of survival instict…
So when I was about 7, I was out in the street playing with a little buddy, taking turns riding a kiddie go cart pushing each other. All of a sudden, I hear the sound of a car, and it sounded like it was coming fast. So, I tell my friend to pull over, and as soon as I had just said that, we got run over by the car. It turned out to be a drunk asshole.
The “miraculous” part of the story is that I don’t remember much from the time of the impact to the time I have a memory of, which was about 20-25 feet farther from where we were initially hit, meaning we were dragged under the car. I remember vividly, as if the “picture” came back in front of my eyes, seeing the back wheels of the car in front of me, to my right, about two feet away and friend’s face being literally run over by the tire. I also remember being aware that I was underneath. Somehow, I have no idea how, I just “jumped’ from underneath the car and hit my head on a pole in the sidewalk. That, what I just described as being under the car, happened in fractions of a second, but somehow I remember it happening very very slowly. People who were witnesses later described to my mom what they saw and they told her how they couldn’t believe how I just jumped from underneath the car. I also remember seeing my buddy a few weeks later, after being in the hospital, with some tire marks/scars still on his cheek. Amazingly, neither of us had serious injuries.
Miraculous or not, it definitely made me think about how we perceive time and reality. It’s kinda fascinating.
These are some GRRRREAT (Tony the Tiger voice) stories.
Would like to hear more from some of our regulars …. it’s not always just about bitchin’ n’ complainin’ folks.
“Stuck last year when I had just finish my last radiation treatment I weighed 164 pounds. I weighed 224 five weeks prior” —- Buckhed
Jeez …. had no idea you were going through such difficult times. One never knows what goes on behind closed doors.
Yeah, I tend to be over-the-top when it comes to Jeebus and Christianity …. but, when folks I know tell me amazing stories … and that they believe it was a miracle …. well, they will get NO argument from me.
So glad you pulled through.
I used to work 12 hour shifts at a job 60 miles from my house, coming and going in the dark. I had a dream about driving home from work on the highway and out of the darkness appeared the back of a tractor trailer with no lights on. I snapped awake just as my car would have hit the back of the truck. A few weeks later I was driving home and realized I was seeing the scene from my dream a few weeks before. I changed lanes as I was rounding a curve and there was the back of the truck with no lights on. If I hadn’t changed lanes, I would have hit the back of the truck doing 70 mph in my little import car, and likely been wiped out for sure. I cursed the truck for being stopped or going so slow on that dark stretch of highway with no lights on, and then drove the rest of the way home in silence, wide awake.
Sorry about your Dad, Boston.. None of us gets out of here alive regardless of the kind of life we live (or don’t as the case may be).
I don’t think I believe in miracles any more than I believe in God but I damn sure believe in luck! And some people are luckier than others, whether through some mysterious thing we know nothing about or they are just faster at making decisions, jumping out of the way, taking another route or whatever.
There have been too many “one second later” or “If I had waited just a minute more!” times in a long life to make me wonder sometimes about “free will” or if, by golly, now and then something we don’t understand gives us a gentle push or pull at just the right time or if our innate personal brain and the way we think and act has an influence on the outcomes of these “almost” happenings.
MA
1969, I’m 9, it’s Michigan in the dead of winter and I’m in the only indoor pool for thirty miles and it’s absolutely packed with kids screaming and carrying on – with what I now know was probably an insufficient number of life guards.
My friends and I had been taking turns on the diving board, swimming to the right and hanging out on the rim of the 12 foot section. My turn came, I dove, and when I tried to come up the water was so infested with kids that I was forced to swim left. As I made my way to the left side a very LARGE teenage girl, with buttons down the front of her bathing suit, jumped in right on top of me.
My long hair got tangled on her buttons [apparently bathing caps were not enforced], she freaked out and before I knew it I was in big trouble and no one knew it. I’m trying to tread water but her weight was too much, I’m not close enough to the edge to get a grip and she is beside herself freaking out– and all this is going on in the total chaos of a huge pool of screaming kids and no one sees it.
With only the strength I had treading water – I couldn’t get to the edge – I was actually able to swim strong enough to push her fat ass up enough to get some air from time to time only to realize no one saw what was going on. This went on in my mind for forever.
I’m not sure if I ripped my hair or her buttons or both but eventually I somehow got loose and got to the edge and panted and sucked oxygen like there was no tomorrow. When I came to my senses and looked around there was still no one that had seen any of it. The multitude of kids were still screaming, jumping, frothing and the life guards and my friends hadn’t seen a thing.
I can remember to this day the relief I felt when I was hanging on the side of the pool, breathing and panting, knowing that I was going to live.
Llpoh apologizing to Hardscrabble Farmer for calling him mean things over a rather innocuous comment, imho —- that would be a miracle.
Llpoh not telling me to fuck-off and mind my own business … two miracles in one post!
Stucky, you and I share some similarities–I had a girlfriend in 1971 also named Cindy. And I, too, had a 1965 VW bus (but it was in ’72, not ’73).
I’ve always felt I had a guardian angel looking over me. Not too many mishaps, but good luck in general most of my life.
Back in the late 70’s I lived in Oregon and my dog got shot by a neighbor who was, let’s say, “not all there”. I sued him and won a small settlement (like $500 for vet bills since the poor dog was paralyzed and I tried to nurse him for a few months but it was hopeless). Well the motherfucker vandalized my house and car because he was pissed that he had to pay restitution. Knowing he was an inbred who had guns, I move across town (and got my own gun). One fine sunny day about six months later, I was on the rear deck of the new house and heard a buzz go by my ear. It was a bullet but I never heard the shot. Didn’t occur to me what had happened and I didn’t put 2&2 together at the time, but later came to the realization of what had transpired. A few months after that, that asshole shot and killed an innocent 20-something women who was jogging. He said he wanted to see what a bullet would do to a person’s head. He never showed any remorse and remains in prison to this day.
A co-worker was driving across Colorado last year to visit friends. They hit some black ice, spun out and rolled the car. The adults (husband & wife) were a bit bruised. Their two little kids were sound asleep & totally unharmed in the back. Next to them was found a rosary. These are not religious people and they had no idea where it had come from.
Vietnam. 1972. Got back from a mission and had a maintenance guy show me an aileron cable that was sheered to three strands of wire from ground fire. If they broke, I end up flying a spinning top straight into Mother Earth. No escape.
Vietnam. 1972. Got back from a mission and had a maintenance guy show me a huge hole in the wing about 6-10 feet to the left of my head. It was from a 37 mm artillery shell that didn’t explode on impact, otherwise my head goes the way of ISIS justice. You cannot imagine how badly this shit fucks with your mind when it happens day after day.
Got dozens more. Then again, I’m just a Stalinist, statist pig who doesn’t support drug legalization and doesn’t deserve a miracle.
SSS
You’re a dick for supporting the War On Drugs. Other than that, you’re a pretty decent fellow.
Muck,
Thank you, Fred would appreciate your thoughts. My dad created many of the exhibits at the museum of science in Boston in the 1960s and the 19970s. Jim wrote beautifully about his dad, I took this as inspiration and spoke about Fred at his funeral Mass, so I thank everyone here, other wise I am not sure I would have had the strength to do it. I know this sounds silly but thank you.
Bob.
“SSS ….You’re a dick for supporting the War On Drugs. Other than that, you’re a pretty decent fellow. ”
—-Stucky
True. My anti-drug viewpoint totally defines my status here, regardless of my opinions on other subjects. Back to our regularly scheduled subject of miracles.
My sympathies to you Bob. I wonder if your dad had any OBE or UFO experiences–owls are said to be otherworldly entities cloaking themselves.
Thanksgiving. Traveling with small kids in a VW Squareback on winding mountain road heading for relatives. Big snowstorm. Spun out, ended up on other side of road with rear end hanging down over a snow bank. Along came a big older yellow Lincoln Continental, which stopped. Out stepped a portly gentleman with a fat cigar in the corner of his mouth and spats on his shoes. “Let me help you folks.”
He then singlehandedly pushed the car back on the road before driving away. I felt then and still do that an angelic visitation had occurred. I thought the cigar and spats were nice touches.
About a year ago, I had a strange reappearance of a knob that had been missing on a device I used almost daily. The knob fit over a small metal rod, and I could find it nowhere for about four months. A day after my ex passed away after a tragic incident, that knob was back in place. It kind of freaked me out. I pondered long and hard about the meaning of this supernatural incident. The best I could come up with is a message from God along the lines of “Now your life can get put back together”. That’s the best I can do to figure it out.
Too many close calls driving to recall. That will happen if you drive a car in LA CA for 20 years. I could go on for many pages with details, but I will spare the few who will get this far into the comments.
18 years old. Right lung collapses for no apparent reason. Had chest tubes put in and recover, and told that it would probably never cause me any further problems. One month later both lungs collapse, again no apparent reason. Have surgery on one lung. It turns out you really only need one to survive. When that one recovers had surgery on the other lung. Had back half of my plural walls removed from each lung during surgery. Haven’t had any further collapse, just a lot of scar tissue and pain on cold days.
28 years old. Driving home with then girlfriend, now wife from relatives in LA CA on a particularly frustrating interchange. Doing the normal LA, cursing, digital communications with other drivers when I feel an intense pain in my head just above my right ear. Consider it may just be a stress headache, not sure, keep driving. Start to get shocky, cold sweats, nauseated. It was just barely enough to let the girlfriend drive. Decided to try to sleep it off. Got up the next morning with still a pounding headache. No insurance yet, but had filled out paperwork and was waiting for approval. Went to a clinic and had an X-Ray, which will not show anything on the inside. Told it was probably a migraine and to go home. The headache lasted about another two weeks before it started to feel better. Got another shooting headache again a month later while taking a shower in the morning. Still waiting for insurance approval. Went to another clinic. Told them about the previous months issue and they agreed that it was probably another migraine episode and sent me home with a prescription for caffeine tablets Decided to visit regular GP the next day. He insisted on a CAT Scan immediately. Turns out I did have Intracranial hemorrhaging from a bleeding brain aneurism. As it turns the same brain aneurism had bled the month prior. Also found out that I had another brain aneurism on the other side that had not bled or burst yet. Too late for a short story, but to sum up, three brain surgeries later with less than a 5% chance of survival I survived. The miracle was that the health insurance had been approved one week before the first brain surgery and paid for over $470,000.00 of slightly over $500,000.00 worth of brain surgeries.
Rise up,
I don,t know. Funny thiing though, tonight when I got out of my truck I could here the distiinct sound of an owl in the trees over the garage. I never told anyone the story at the wake until today.
Bob
Gayle, A yellow Lincoln? That says angel to me. I’m pictuing him like Slim Pickens or someone like that. Triple H, good one. That’s called “getting over on The Man”.
Stucky,
Since you’ve studied the bible and were baptized you know that your potential miracles, while very important from your perspective, are insignificant compared to the types of miracles God has demonstrated and documented from creation to the resurrection of Jesus. If you study the bible without the Spirit of God living within you it is impossible to understand it. To get the Spirit, you first need faith. If you don’t have faith but want to get it, try keeping the Sabbath every Friday sundown to Saturday, sundown, with the Great commandments as taught by Jesus in your mind. The greatest commandment: love God with all your heart, soul, and mind. The 2nd: love your neighbor as yourself. If you do this in earnest and not just going through the motions it will not be a burden to you. The Holy Spirit will use your body as the temple it was meant to be and you will be a better Stucky in the end. You will never be the same!
In 1999 I was riding one of our horses and my horse stumbled and I took a flying dive over his head, the exact same fall that Christopher Reeves took off his horse that broke his neck and left him a quadriplegic for the rest of his life.
I had just built a new riding arena for my wife and we had friends over to try out the new track.
So I was riding my horse in a fairly easy gallop when he stumbled and I flew over his head and I dove head first into the track. I found myself lying on my back on the track looking up to the sky. The first thing I realize is that I can’t move. As bad as that was, that wasn’t the worst of it. I also quickly realized that I couldn’t breathe. I remember my first thought was OMG I’ve really fucked up this time. Now my mind is beginning to race, part of my brain is trying to get something to move, move anything. I’m also realizing we’re a good 15-20 Minutes away from any ambulance and that that wasn’t going to do me any good. If I can’t breathe I’m not going to last very long.
Now about this time my wife and friends that were about a 100ft away when I fell had made it to where I was. I barely hear my wife’s voice and she is saying “are you alright”. Now realize I’m not able to breathe so I’m not able to answer and I’m also not able to move so hand signals are not an option either. By now my mind is going crazy to where my attention is not on any of the people around me, there’s a battle going on in my brain which is beginning to panic trying to get my body to move. But there’s another part of my brain is going STOP don’t panic, panic is the worst thing, calm down, relax, relax! I somehow managed to get myself to relax and then I went into a super relaxed state, almost a trance. I was totally disconnected, completely unaware of anything going on around me almost as if I was only in my brain.
It was at that point that I hear something my mother had said. Now I want to be clear about this, I didn’t hear her voice like it was coming from a speaker, It was a memory that came from somewhere back in my brain of something my mother had said. So in my mind I can HEAR my MOTHER’S VOICE saying “wiggle your toes, because if you can wiggle your toes, you’re not paralyzed”. So now I focus everything I’ve got, all my energy, all my attention is on the toes of my right foot. OK move the toes. OMG! THEY MOVED!!
And then as if someone had flipped a switch everything was working again. I could breathe again. I had popped out of the trance and completely aware of everyone around me.
That happened on a weekend and that Monday I went to the doctor because I was in pain and could hardly walk. The doctor gave me something for the pain and in a couple of weeks I was almost back to normal.
I pretty much gave up on horses after that, the risk just wasn’t worth it.
I actually believe that if I had totally panicked I think my body would have locked up and shut down, and I don’t think I would be here today.
And yea I’ve got lots more stories but this one really scared me at the time. What if?
And, since you asked, my greatest miracle was when I did just as I recommended to you. It repaired a deeply damaged marriage to one I never knew I could have. It led to a miraculous change in my adult son who was leading a reprehensible life but now, no longer.
As you read sites like Zerohedge, Corbett, Reddit, Intercept, etc. you can only understand so much without the perspective that God’s Spirit and Word provides.
A miracle for SSS , I tellz ya!
“We found there hasn’t been much of a change of anything … Basically, officers aren’t seeing much of a change in how they do police work.”
That’s what an unnamed Denver police officer told CBC’s Reg Sherren, who traveled to Colorado to assess how marijuana legalization had impacted the state in the one year since it was legalized.
The officer’s quote is telling: Contrary to the myths promulgated by opponents of marijuana legalization, states like Colorado and Washington that have legalized recreational use have not devolved into lawless hellscapes after all.
Source: David Zalubowski/AP
Crime is down: Marijuana-related arrests, which made up almost 50% of all drug-related crimes as of 2012, plummeted in Colorado in the first six months of legalization in 2014. According to government data, serious crimes have declined in Denver: The murder rate has dropped 24.4% from 2013 to 2014. Violent crime in general declined by more than 1%, and major property crimes are down 8.1% (without counting unresolved cases).
As Vox’s German Lopez noted, nothing went “horribly wrong” in the first year of legalization. Fatal traffic accidents fell to near-historic lows, according to an analysis from the Washington Post’s Radley Balko. And while there was a small increase in emergency room visits for children related to edible pot, the incidents were not enough to sound the alarm.
Revenue is up! As Mic’s Matt Connolly previously wrote, Colorado brought in $36.5 million in tax revenue from medical and recreational marijuana through the first 11 months of 2014, which is “enough to send nearly 3,400 Colorado students to the University of Colorado, Boulder, for free.” About $2 million of that tax revenue went to local governments, while $7 million went toward the construction of public schools.
http://mic.com/articles/108774/one-colorado-policeman-s-quote-captures-the-reality-of-marijuana-legalization-in-america
I was driving back from a gig in the Berkshires one foggy winter night at about 1 AM, traveling a very hilly back road which saved a lot of miles. The road passed through one little village at the top of a hill taking a 90 degree left hand turn right in front of a big white Congregational church. The pavement surface seemed clean, but as I got to the top of the hill and the center of the village I suddenly realized that the clean looking surface disguised a layer of ice that had formed at this higher elevation. I could not make the left hand turn and found myself sliding on black ice towards the front of the church. I pumped the brakes as gently as I could and veered off the road just missing the side of the building which had been built into the descending hillside so that the basement function rooms were on the down slope. The grade was steep and my car was picking up speed like a toboggan. I could see the clapboards of the building flashing by and the blanched face of my guitar player who was in the passenger seat frozen with fear. Holy shit, right in front of us was a jungle gym; we just skirted it, then beheld a fast approaching pair of goal posts looming out of the mist! I swear we went right through them, not to either side. We whooped in relief expecting that we had somehow averted total disaster when what did we see in the headlights but a stone wall, and we were still going too fast to stop. Then, low and behold, there was an opening in the wall. I nudged the car to the right and with inches to spare made it through. We finally came to a stop, exactly where we had intended to go in the first place, on the road pointed towards home. This really is exactly what happened. Miracle? Dumb luck.
The stories I’m reading here have touched my soul. Thank you all for sharing. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
Every year the leaves turn color then fall off leaving the trees bare and skeletal. Then the days shorten and it gets progressively colder, dropping so low that water no longer flows.
Then Spring comes and the world comes back to life.
If that’s not miraculous, I’m not sure what is.
Bostonbob says:
Rise up,
I don,t know. Funny thiing though, tonight when I got out of my truck I could here the distiinct sound of an owl in the trees over the garage.
Bob, do you regularly or occassionally hear owls near your house? If not, it may have been from you father. Communcation from loved ones from “the other side” is common. Some 6 months after my dad passed away in 2009, I was cleaning up around his house our family was preparing to sell. He was an avid horseman and had about 7 horses on the property when he died (actually he ran a trail riding business in his retirement). Anyway, the horses had been sold off months before and the barn was clean and on the far side of the property about an acre away. Suddenly I smelled the distinctive horse piss and sweaty saddle leather that was all too familiar. It was his way of letting me know is presence was there. I’ll never forget it.
Gayle said: “About a year ago, I had a strange reappearance of a knob that had been missing on a device I used almost daily. The knob fit over a small metal rod, and I could find it nowhere for about four months. A day after my ex passed away after a tragic incident, that knob was back in place. It kind of freaked me out. I pondered long and hard about the meaning of this supernatural incident.”
Gayle, that reappearance of the knob may have been an apport. Apports are physical objects that are manifested by spirits. They can be objects that were previously lost or even “apported” from other places. I’ve posted the video below here on TBP before, and it’s a long documentary on the investigation of contact from the spirit world. But I’ve setup the URL so it will start the video on the part where apports are discussed (although the entire video is fascinating to watch).
(here’s an easy link to use to create a youtube URL to start at a particular point:
http://youtubetime.com/#
Stuck said ”
” Jeez …. had no idea you were going through such difficult times. One never knows what goes on behind closed doors.”
Heck Stuck I’m fit as a fiddle now.
Stucky, I was a bb stacker 75 – 86. Ramstein, Homestead, Incirlik, Mytle Beach, Langley. Incirlik was interesting, but your Grecian experience was wicked. You never cease to entertain, sir, and glad the Good Lord has chosen to keep on the sunny side of dirt.
-goose
My sister’s husband was very ill, but had made it back home from a month of induced coma to overcome a severe blood infection. A few days back home my sister called to him to come look at a bald eagle that had settled near the house in a tree overlooking the Broad River in South Carolina. My brother-in-law was in a wheel chair and rolls to the window to look. The eagle is looking at the river, but turns it’s head back to the house, then turns back to the river and takes flight. My brother-in-law suffers a massive heart attack literally at that moment and passes away.
I was driving back to Atlanta one late night, and I was fighting highway hypnosis…we’ve all been there…shaking our heads, deep breaths, tightening muscles to overcome the strong desire to sleep in the bad decision of continuing to drive rather than find a Waffle House. Traffic was rolling and I was really struggling, like a moron, to stay awake, and, there in front of me, standing in the road, is a white deer, glowing white in a soft radiance. Instantly awake, I take notice of the traffic on the left and right, and adrenaline dumping by the quart, I am wide awake, steady on the wheel moving straight to not drift to avoid the deer. The deer simply vanishes…it might have been there for all of 3 seconds, but no other lane of traffic avoided what I saw, as I think it was only for me.
Jim Quinn’s articles on Financial Sense connected me to all of you. Now, there’s some Divine Intervention!
-goose
Stuck…relay one more miracle…again it has to do with my cancer.
I had my upper wisdom teeth removed years ago while I college. They both came in and my neighbor in the apartment across the hall was finishing up dental school at the Medical University . He removed them for free.
Years later I knew that I needed to have the two lower wisdom teeth removed before they became an issue. We had a two week break at Christmas time from work so I made an appointment with a local oral surgeon to have them BOTH removed. Upon my arrival he deadened the left side of my jaw and said he’d be back. When he returned he said ” OK, let’s get started “. I said hold on Doc…what about the right side…you didn’t numb it up. The right side he said…I’m only going to remove the left one…no one said anything about doing both of them. I told him I wanted BOTH of them done !
He told me that there was only enough time allotted to do one and if I wanted to have both of them done I’d have to wait a few weeks. Screw it I said remove it and I’ll come back at a later time.
He removed the left one and I never had the right one removed.
My dentist over the years tried to get me to have it removed but I always refused. It didn’t hurt, wasn’t causing any problems ….so just leave it alone.
When I moved back to Charleston I got a new dentist. He immediately got onto me about having it removed. I resisted for about a year. Finally he said look this things gonna’ blow out on a week-end…I guarantee you…You’ll be in pain and I won’t be able to help you. So I finally agreed and he made an appointment with an Oral Surgeon for that Thursday .
I went to the appointment. At this time I also had a branchial cyst on my neck. I had this cyst for years…it would swell up for about a day or two to the size of a grape and then disappear for year.
The Oral Surgeon did like it and she examined my throat . She told me ” I don’t like what I see next to your tonsil’s ….I told her neither do I because my tonsils had been removed when I was 5 . She said OK….next to where your tonsils WERE…looks funny. At her insistence I went to see a Ear,Nose and Throat Doc on Monday.
Long story short..within 15 minutes of the visit with him..I was at the hospital getting a CT Scan. That Wednesday he did a biopsy and that following Monday I got the news that I had stage 2 throat cancer.I never smoked,dip tobacco…nothing. I never had one symptom .
The folks at the Hollings Cancer center said that this was a slow evolving cancer and in most cases isn’t caught until the later stages because symptoms don’t show up until it’s in the late stages…3 or 4…in a lot of cases stage 4.
So did I have divine intervention ? I’d like to think so..the ENT doc said the cancer probably wasn’t detectable when the new dentist first tried to get me to have the tooth removed a year ago.
To me it made no sense that the 1st Oral Surgeon would think that I’d only want one wisdom tooth removed. I remember leaving his office and thinking that he was an idiot ! If I had both wisdom teeth removed that day…I may not be here today ?I think it was God’s hand at work that day .
@SSS: Those of us who have been in combat – doesn’t matter what kind – and I never expected to get almost mashed by a wall in Beruit either (I was in the Navy doing shore party gather up of US Citizens back then) have lots and lots of “damn nears’ to tell.
First of all, your on site persona is not “My anti-drug viewpoint totally defines my status here, regardless of my opinions on other subjects.” Not So.. Having lived and fought in a drug filled environment at a much younger age and that environment of drugs, war and screaming tension where drug abuse caused mistakes and death tends to imprint anyone who isn’t sucked into it with a generous hate for it.
I watched my nephew leave for Vietnam a bright healthy 19 year old kid and come home a hollow eyed druggy, PTSD’d to the point he’d call the cops and dare them to come out and find him and told them he’d hunt them while they hunted him. He was FAC over there, crawling in the weeds, hiding in holes when Charlie walked by and to my knowledge did his job. But it killed him in the end at 26 from drugs and tension/PTSD heart attack.
@flash: Bravo! You wrote something without pasting more than the source (which is also a good thing. You’re doing good!
@ASIG: Great story. Concussion and shock from trauma can do weird things to both body and mind. One inch to the right or left may have left you in a different condition so I’m really glad you bounced your head on the bullseye! How did the horse fare?
MA
Rise Up
Thanks for info. I’ll check it out.
Wonderful sharing of miracles/lucky events or whatever. I am a Believer, capital B and have almost died in emergency rooms due to misdiagnosis by doctors two time, surviving both times due to the odd coincidence of a specialist in surgery for my medical situations being at the emergency room instead of the normal rent-a-doctor on call. This could be luck, but I think it was because the Lord wasn’t done with me yet.
@Triple H, I have had 5 brain surgeries, three major and two revisions to a shunt implanted to drain the fluid from my adult onset hydrocephalus. It is a strange thing to get into a pissing contest over, so am not willing to do so. Your aneurism/potential brain bleed trumps my blocked ductwork.
The miracles? I have three to share, two of them having to do with my father-in-law’s final months with us and his funeral. I really do not want to re-write something that already exists on another computer, but in a nutshell:
1. My best friend died two weeks prior to Poppa’s death. She was a miracle to many people, but though we all believed that if ever we were going to see a miraculous curing of Stage 4 cancer, it would be hers, she passed away. She sang at our wedding and my father-in-law knew her and asked about her often, especially when I would play a certain song on the piano at the nursing home for him. The night of his funeral, I could not sleep. I was staring at the mirror in the hotel room, when I had a vision of beings moving across a field… there was a sudden opening in the bright lights and I saw my Poppa G and my dear friend standing before a throne upon which sat a brightness I couldn’t look at. My Poppa was holding a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other and talking and laughing with beings I could not see. My friend turned toward me and said quite clearly, “I’ve got him now.” The vision ended and I woke Nick up to tell him. He groaned and reminded me that…
2. He had 18 staples in his head from a near death collision two nights prior. After flying to Cleveland and making funeral arrangements, he called my son and I to tell us he was going to sleep and to tell us goodnight. Two hours later, two Oklahoma police officers rang my doorbell and told me to call the hospital emergency room because my husband had been in an accident. AFter calling and assuring the hospital we had insurance (priorities), I talked to him and he didn’t know what had happened. He’d taken half an Ambien (prescribed by our doctor to help him sleep during the stressful time of his father’s illness) and laid down after talking to me. The next thing he knew, he was in the hospital. He’d sleep driven the rental car 4 miles through three turns and stoplights and crashed into the concrete barrier just before the Rocky River near Berea Ohio. No clue where he was going. He was not wearing a seat belt and had only one shoe on. The miracle is this: The car spun across four lanes of traffic and was totalled on impact. He was thrown across the car and his head almost split open. But, the concussion was just over the right ventricle where there is cerebral spinal fluid to “cushion” the blow to the brain. If he’d traveled just one yard further, the car would have gone into the Rocky River. I imagine my father-in-law being on his way to heaven and tugged on the angel’s arm, saying “oh no… that’s my boy down there. If he’s going to crash, please make him crash in a way that is not going to kill him.”
3. A friend of mine lost her husband in a motorcyclel crash that almost killed her too. I saw her recover in a way that convinced me that sometimes we have to choose our miracles. That while her husband’s death was tragic, her living and being able to raise their son was miraculous.
I think the hardest part of believing in miracles is this: Why would God grant this to some and not to all His Children?
Why would my best friend not be granted a miracle cure for her cancer and my husband would be saved at the banks of the Rocky River?
Dunno… but am still a Believer.
On thinking of luck, I suppose my luckiest “Whoops! There I go” was when we (a Destroyer DD757, crew and me) were cruising (say 5-8 knots) in circles a few miles off Little Creek, VA, having out antenna patterns charted. Calm, beautiful day, radiomen busy but everyone else goofing off.
I was reading a Bob Heinlein book, leaning back on two legs of a folding chair next to the ET Shack hatch when I had a surprise. Little Creek, being a Navy Test Range included a shooting range where they trained shore batteries in shooting at vessels off shore. They had floating and movable towed floating targets that the 3″ and 5″ guns would shoot at.
Turned out one of the guidance radars on a 5″ gun locked onto the Destroyer rather than a range target and let fly a round at us rather than what it was supposed to shoot at.
It hit the water about 50 feet away from me and luckily only carried a small charge practice shell – smaller boom and cheaper to make.
Popped me out of the chair, water like Niagra flying everywhere, over the guard lines and into the water before I knew what happened. Last thing I saw before going glub was the pieces of my book fluttering into the water around me.
Two things then happened that kept me alive. The reaction time on the bridge was slow enough so the stern of the ship passed me before they went to flank speed and turned 90 degrees and best of all, a torpedoman was working on the starboard depth charge launcher (further aft than I was), saw me go over and dropped a nice bright red life ring on top of me. I could hear nothing but ringing and was as crosseyed as a drunken goose but I latched onto the life ring with a death grip.
After they not so gently requested the shore battery to shove the next shell up their ass instead of firing at us, the Captain was kind enough to come back, drop a boat and fish me out of the water. The bridge watch troops kept me in sight – luckily – so they knew where to come back to!
This thread brought back that memory from way back where I’d buried it – never wanting to think about again. Oh well. At least it’s much calmer to write about it than live it…
MA
The comments here are turning this thread into one of my most favorite ever. Got a lump in my throat on several occasions.
Will be submitting another vid shortly ….. it might make even a hard-core skeptic a believer in miracles.
@Muck – The horse, other than a bloody skinned up patch about 2 ½ in dia on one knee he was fine. He wasn’t limping or anything. He just skidded a bit on the track. The track was compacted crushed granite; it’s what is used on track and field tracks. The reason for using crushed granite is it’s “adjustable”. You can leave it loose for soft or you can compact it to where it’s just like concrete. I had just finished the track with a vibrating compactor, what most people call a steam roller, the point being the track was as hard as concrete. I didn’t know I was going to be diving head first onto it.