Miracles in your life.

I was wondering if any of you have experienced Miracles in your life or some one close to you. The purpose of this thread is simply to share your stories, not try to debunk them or try to over analyze them please.
I believe miracles happen every day that can not be explained by medical science. And yes some will always say there a logical reason behind them whether placebo effect or unknown wonders of science or divine intervention.
All faiths and beliefs have encountered and experience them and even those who are agnostic or atheist. Without getting bogged down with religious arguments I would enjoy your stories just for the pleasure of hearing them.
I myself have experienced and seen many in my 47 years.
To start I will share one such storey.
When my son was 1 year old he became terribly ill and was taken to the hospital in the early morning hours. By noon we received the diagnosis of cerebral meningitis. A specialist was flown in from another city to look at him. The next day we were told by the specialist that the meningitis had spread to the spinal column he prepared us for the worst news possible. As my wife and I had had no sleep the night before he suggested we go home and pray on it as they were doing the best they could at there end. They had planned on massive doses of antibiotics and further tests.
That evening we decided that what was to be will be. In prayer we turned the matter over to God as we felt crushed. Later that night after 1:00 am the phone rang. A woman’s voice who claimed to have been a nurse at the hospital said she needed to tell us so we could rest that Chris was fine and recovering well.
Greatly relieved we slept. Arriving at the hospital the next morning we found our son pulling out the intravenous tubs from his head and excited to see us.
The specialist arrived and told us that he had just received the result of test conducted about 6AM the meningitis had completely cleared up and he had never heard or seen a case like that.
I wanted to thank the nurse who had called the night before. But it seemed no such nurse existed the assigned nurse on duty was a male and it is against hospital policies to call unless there was a death.
My son is now 25 years of age and has had no complications or the expected brain damage that often occurs.

I look forward to your stories.
All The Best
Irish

I have two boys the oldest is 25 like yours. I do not know what I would have done in the same situation. My hats off to the three of you.

I ACTUALLY HAD A WEIRD ONE.. IT WAS BEFORE I BELIEVED IN CHRIST AND I WAS REALLY MESSED UP, DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, AND I HAD DRIFTED INTO A WEIRD STATE OF MIND... WELL, I SAW WHAT I THOUGHT WAS JESUS, AND TOOK MY HAND AND LED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE, DOWN THE STREET, TO MY EX-GF'S HOUSE AND KNOCKED ON THE DOOR... THE NEXT THING I CAN REMEMBER IS THAT I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL WITH ALCOHOL POISONING AND I OD'D ON MEDICATION, HOW I GOT ALL THE WAY DOWN THE ROAD, 2 BLOCKS, BY MYSELF I DONT KNOW.

I think the biggest one i received that really woke me up was about 5 yrs ago or so. I was coming home from work and it was about midnight and i had a 45 minute drive yet to get to my house. It was very foggy out so bad i couldn't see the lines in the road at all and on top of that it was raining very hard and my windshield wiper was broke. I didn't know it till i almost hit this cement wall where construction was being done that i was driving on the wrong side of the road and when i did happen to look up ahead there was a semi truck coming strait at me. I had enough reaction time to swerve and went into the ditch. I was shaking terribly and crying my eyes out because all i wanted was to make it home and i couldn't see anything. After setting there awhile i began to pray and said if it was my time to go then make it painless but if it wasn't then please help me make it home. Right after praying that i looked ahead and saw flashing lights. So i drove out of the ditch and began to try to get closer to it very slowly and followed it. The part off all this that gives me goose bumps is that the flashing lights were the four way flasher on a truck and it led me all the way to my house. It turned out to be my next door neighbor. It amazes me how that slit second after praying to make it home those lights appeared and by following them i made it to my drive way. And what are the odds of my neighbor being out at that time almost an hour from home at the exact moment i needed guidance. I truly believe they were used to help me. That experience really woke me up, because before that i really wanted to die and felt i had no purpose for being here. But after that i realised i must have a reason and i stopped wanting to die and really started to live my life because i realized how precious it is. I know it sounds silly but that opened my eyes to alot of things.

Great story ajagsfairy. It seems they happen in our darkest hours when we need them the most.
Irish

Well we were driving home when the vans engine light turned on and the engine meter turned all the way to HOT the car was running oddly and makuing sputtering noises we were 2 min from home so my dad didnt sdtop I was still terrified as those two min took hours... I started praying and praying and praying that the car would not explode (I was only 8 or 9) and then all of a sudden the engine light flicked off. The Engine went to NORMAL and the car ran perfectly and stopped sputtering.

Go ahead start shooting me down

Hi all

I have done a post before about strange things that have happened to me, so ill just cut and paste that.

Here are two experiences that happened to me some years ago now, that I believe was some type of angelic encounter or divine intervention if you like, its something that haunts me because I think of it a lot and about how lucky I am, and how close I came to a horrific end. Its hard for me to talk about as I used to have nightmares about falling on electric rails, but here goes…..

Now I am not some type of religious nut, or dilutional person that will think that just because something might appear a little strange that it must be something supernatural, I always try and rationalise things, but I have had so much unexplained things happen to me that its hard not to come up with a spiritual solution as to what they might have been. I have posted a few of my experiences here on this site, but have been reluctant to tell these ones as I would sympathise with people that would think why do all these things happen to him? he must be a lair or lunatic, if people want to think that, I have no problem with it as I understand, I would think the same if I had not experienced what I have in my life, but I can put my hand on my heart and say that I am honest and that I dont lie, so its all good no matter what people think about me.

The first time anything like this happened was when I was a teenager about 18 years old and a rebellious one that that, I was into drink, drugs, fighting and all sorts of criminal activity, I was not a bad person as such, just someone frightened by life and becoming a adult, so a tough and bad ass attitude gave me a false sense of security, I am now 30 and a lot more grown up, but here is something that helped me to grow up.

It was a Friday or Saturday night, and I got drunk with a group of friends, and me being me I had to go one drink to far, anyway I was drunk, not to the point where I did not know what was going on, but on my way home when I was at the train station I jumped down onto the train tracks thinking I could walk home along the tracks as they went right behind my house, being drunk I also did not see a train hurtling towards me on the same track, the first I knew about it was when I heard some girls that where standing on the platform shouting ‘Someone please do something’ it was then I looked up and saw the train coming towards me, (Let me tell you that I sobered up faster than I blinked) The next thing I knew, some man also standing on the platform had jumped down onto the tracks to drag me up onto the platform, he grabbed me and I stumbled forward and put my leg out to save my self from falling.... Now from the very point I had seen the train coming things had gotten very weird, the only way I can describe it to you is everything went deathly silent, and things seems to slow down, as if time itself had slowed down allowing me more time to think and to act. Anyway as I stumbled my foot went forward and in-between the 2nd rail and the 3rd live rail, (you would have to see the size of the gap in-between the 2 rails to get how "lucky" that was, I also had on baggy jeans) Not only did I now have the pressure of a inter-city train speeding towards me, I also had the added pressure that if I moved my leg just one inch to the left or right me and the man that tried to save me would be toast (quite literally). I have no idea what happened next, because the next thing I remember is being on the platform and the train speeding by us. Me and the man where shaking, and I had nothing else to do but cry like a baby, at that point I was no longer some cocky tough minded teenager, I think it is safe to say that what ever happened in them missing few seconds had made me grow up a lot.

I would also like to add that I did believe in the paranormal before this happened as I had seen something when I was a child, but I never thought about supernatural intervention or anything like that, it was not until days after the event, after I had more time to think about what had happened that I could get it straight in my head.

I look back at the small space that was in between the rails often when ever I am on that train station and still I cant believe my leg guided to the place where a 1000 other instances my leg would have hit the live rail, it was a one in a 1000 chance. One of the most oddest things about this was not just the missing memory, but the way everything went in slow motion, and the strange deathly silence that seemed to creep upon me when I first saw that I was in fatal danger, it was so Erie just thinking about it now makes me feel strange. I will never forget my stupidity on that night, not only did I nearly kill my self, but I nearly killed a complete stranger that risked his own life to help mine.

This is only half of the story.

After the event with the train I learned to fly right and be a better person, although I did not become an angel, but I was no longer getting into trouble with the law, and did not drink no way near as much.

One afternoon about 8 years later when I was 26 year old I was annoyed that I could not go to a night club with my friends, because it was my friends birthday, I only had about 10 £ on me and I needed more than that to go, anyway I went into a shop and brought a lottery scratch card and managed to win 25 £ which made me able to go to the night club that night, anyway I went to the night club which finished at 4 am, it was in London and was expensive, so I could not drink much, and had about 2 or 3 beers, my friend Mark had driven us there, and was going to drive us back, so he was not drinking and stayed sober, on the drive back Mark the driver kept drifting off, like nodding his head as he had also been to work all that day and was tied, I was sitting in the front passenger seat, two of my other friends where sitting in the back asleep or nodding off, anyway I kept talking to Mark because I was scared he would fall asleep at the wheel, I turned the radio up full blast to stop him from doing this, and I kept a sharp eye on him, a number of times he swerved a little which make me more concerned, then for a split moment I looked away and out the window to my left, I must have only been looking away for a few seconds when I looked back and saw Marks head slumped over, I looked up to see us on the other side of the road heading straight towards an oncoming truck, we where doing about 50 miles per hour and the truck probably the same, now the impact would have been a total of 100 miles per hour it would crumble the little fiesta car we where in for sure. At the point I saw the truck heading towards me I got that same strange silence that I had in my train experience, all my senses seem to shut down, the radio that was blaring out load was now silent, everything went into slow motion, the silence was deafening (if that makes any sense) there was no missing time in this event, but time seemed to slow down again and I grabbed the steering wheel, and the next I know we where on the right side of the road, and Mark jumped up out of his sleep and asked me what the f*** I was doing, was I trying to kill us all ? I told him he had fallen asleep and that I had just saved all of our lives, he refused to admit that he had fallen asleep at the wheel, and to this day he still doesn’t believe me, my friends do because one of them woke up just in time to see the car driving back over onto the correct side of the road.

What adds to the strangeness of this experience is if I had not won money on the lottery scratch card I would not have been in that car to pull the car over to the right side of the road.

I often think about these two experiences, and think how odd they where, and that they could very possibly have been divine intervention, I am pretty convinced that it was not my time to go, nor was it my friends time to go, so something or someone stepped into stop a disaster.

I have also wondered if it could have been some karmic debt in some way, because on the train event when I nearly killed a stranger and my self because of my stupidity, could I have been filling a karmic debt caused my stupidity on them tracks, by saving my friends and myself that morning in the car?. Could it have levelled out something?.

What ever they where they have changed me for the better, and they have caused me to search for spiritual answers, which I still do to this day.

I think who or whatever gave me the help that I needed on them 2 days are something or someone that we all have. Call it God, call it angels. call it spirit guides, call it passed over loved ones, I think it has shown me that life is bigger and more important than what most of us realise.

In my opinion all of us are here to learn and to walk paths for reasons unknown, and sometimes them paths can be threatened, so things unknown can avert whatever it is threatening your path, and will protect you from that treat in order that we can continue on our path, and to continue our learning.

All the best
Faeden

I would say, i do have lots.

Faeden amazing stories do you keep in contact with that bloke that saved your life, surely you owe him a pint

Hi Johnsy

I do not think the guy was to happy with me after, as he had also nearly died trying to save me. And we both got arrested afterwards for trespassing on the train tracks. I wish I could buy him a pint, as I am eternally grateful to him.

all the best
Faeden

Miracles are not always spectacular. Most of them are quite and gentle. I don't know if you'll consider this a miracle, but, I do.

A few yrs ago, my husband and I were going thru a really bad time. One day after a terrible, hurtful arguement, I felt unloved, isolated and worthless... I went upstairs to my office and cried. I was completely at the end and thinking how wonderful it would be if I were dead...
In the middle of all this sorrow, I heard a beautiful voice speaking in my head. He said "You are loved". When I heard this, all of the heartbreak and lonliness was gone. I felt an overwhelming sense of being completely loved. I know now, that no matter how bad life gets, I am truely loved.

Many years ago I worked with severely disabled children and was often depressed why God would even allow them to be born that way. One evening while feeling extremely down I went and sat on the back steps to contemplate. I saw a weed suddenly spring up from the grass form leaves and a small yellow flower appear within minuets it turned brown and wilted and died. I was just staring at it in amazement and I heard a voice inside my head say "well what do you think of that? I thought for a moment and said I was first suprized then felt compassion and sadness and a little angry no one else saw it. The voice answered me "Well I guess you will agree it had a purpose in its brief existence".
I looked at my work from a different perspective from that day on.
Irish

Hi Irish

That is a great example of how everyone is here for a reason, thanks for sharing it with us. The mentally handicapped, and physically handicapped, can teach us so much, and we should think of them as a blessing, even though we might not see it that way at first.

I used to work in a factory packing foods into boxes, and every week on a Thursday a blind teenager used to come in to work for the afternoon, just to give him some pocket money, I was given the responsibility of looking after him, which frightened me at first because I was frightened of offending him or something, and did not really know how to act around the disabled, anyway his job was to stand next to me, id give him a box, and he would fill it up with crisps packets, they had to be stacked in a tidy order so they could be wrapped and sent off, he could not do this because of his blindness, but he would fill it up the best he could and then give me back the box, I would then tip it out again and give him the same box to fill, according to him he was doing what all the others on the line where doing, but in reality the company just wanted to give him something to do, they where being charitable, that gave him a sense of purpose, and that he could make his own money. At first I felt wrong doing this, and felt guilty about it, we did this for about 6 or so months, when one day I was in the canteen eating lunch with him, and I asked him about how he saw the world, being that he had been blinded from birth, since we had become good friends, and he laughed and said 'you know every time I pack the box full of food, I know you tip it out and then just give it back to me, so the answer to your question is I see the world better than most that have able eyes' I did not know what to say at first, I was taken a back, and to be honest felt ashamed of my self, I had nothing else to say other than ‘I am sorry’ but he said not to be sorry, coming to work gave him something to look forward to every week, and that he knew people where just being kind. After he told me that he knew people where tipping out the boxes, we made fun of the other people working there on the sly when ever we worked, as they still thought he believed he was filling up the boxes, it also made me realise that he had been making fun of me all that time to lol. This experience taught me that he was even more able than I was emotionally, and that sometimes we make the mistake of assuming. I thank him for teaching me a very valuable lesson that I will never forget.

All the best

Faeden

Well ,done Irish!
Finally a topic that brings hope instead of insessant bickering.

When i was 12 years old, my parents took the family on a trip to Hawaii.
It was the first time this twelve year old had been in a plane, letalone outside the country.
We were there for about a week, and my father had made arrangements for a local hawaiian to teach me the fundamentals of surfing.
The next morning off we went, to the beach. The guy supplied us with the surfboards and a few lessions about wave patterns, and how to catch the waves.
After a few tries I got the hang of it, but was sullen by the fact that he told me not to attempt to stand for the first day. My experience relegated me to body surfing only.

There I was a lanky 12 year old, surfing!!!It was the best experience I had had to date.
For hours, I would paddle out and ride these 30 foot waves in.\
It was awesome. I totally lost track of time. A couple of times my parents and the surfer dude motioned me in to rest. No way was I going in though, I was having way to much fun.
Then the inevietable happened, on a paddle out to catch the next wave in, a rouge wave about 40 feet high came upon me. I almost crested the wave but it came down crashing on me and spilling me off the board, and plunging me to the depths and the coral.
After I fought my way back to the surface, I was way out there, and no surfboard was in sight, nor surfer to yell to.
I then realized how exhausted I was, and had no way of having the energy to swim to shore. I was done.
Oddly a sense of peace came over me, and I was not scared in the slightest.
Just as the thoughts of my acceptance of my imminent death appeared so did this surfer.
Out of nowhere, here was this guy ( not the guy who took us out that day) appeared with MY surfboard.
He chastized me about the importance of using the foot rope ( I had it on, but somehow came off during the spill) toild me it might be a good idea to go in and rest for a while, and then he was gone.
I crawled up on the surfboard, and went to thank him but he VANISHED. Gone..
That bloke saved my life that day, and I have no idea who or what he was.
Angel??you betcha

Hey Irish, first of all, I wanna thank you. I thank you because in so many threads that are of "debunking" and end up in flame-wars, you do a thread where we can meet each other alot better. In fact, the stories I've read here have made me think a lot, and in a positive way.

You're right, there are things that happen around us that we just cannot explain. I wish I could have a story to share with all of you, yet I just don't. Or maybe I have but I just can't remember. But anyway, thanks for doing this thread


P.S: Faeden, thanks for sharing the story of the train. I know it's not nice to remember an episode where you could have died, but thanks for telling it

Great stories everyone! I think it interesting that it seems the younger and simpler in heart you are the more the miracles can be 'in our face' as it looks like that God dont care about the policy of being not too obvious.

Now you know that someone could talk in our head.


Now you know how God answer our questions indirectly.

Irish,

I loved your story, it made my eyes teary.

I'd like to share with you what I thought was a miracle, at least it saved me from something really awful about to happen.

About 2 years ago I was in Italy with a friend of mine who lived there for 6 months. I relied on her to do all of the communication since I didn't speak Italian. One night we went out with two german guys for dinner...well, my friend got herself dreadfully drunk off only a few drinks, and later, in their car, she was literally attacking (kissing, grabbing) the guy driving from the back seat. The car was swerving because he was reaching around to kiss her. I was so scared because I had no idea where we were, she knew the way back to hotel we were in but was too drunk, and these two guys were taking us somewhere else.

I had no idea what to do. The driver pulled off the side of the road and stopped so they could do their kissing thing. We didn't even know these guys, and he was trying to have sex with her in the front seat, taking advantage of her being drunk.

Then the other guy tries to pull the moves on me, and the whole time I'm terrified that we're going to be raped, and taken somewhere other than our hotel. So, during this time, I'm terrified, praying "God, please help me, please do something." Keep in the mind that it was like 2 am in the morning, and there was absolutely no one out. There was no one to yell to for help. After I prayed my heart out, I felt a sudden calm from nowhere. A split second after I felt that, a police car pulled up the street ahead of us and stopped at a sign. It gave me the perfect chance to run over there. They escorted us back safely to our hotel.

The chances of the police showing up right when they did, where they did right after I asked for help, was the only thing that probably saved both of us from getting raped, or maybe even worse. I was absolutely amazed at the sudden calm right before they showed up, like God was letting me know that it was going to be okay. I never doubted that God could intervene after that.

When I go traveling again, Italy probablty won't be my first choice with that friend


Best wishes,

Fly

Hi flyinghigh23
That just shows you that miracles, even small happen not only when you don't expect them but when you need them the most. Many will say that it was just coincidents that the police car showed up. But many have also felt that calming feeling you described just before. It is almost as if time slows down for just a moment so that reality can catch up to the situation.
Thank you for sharing.
Irish

to tell my story is a hard one and perhaps you won't take into consideration what it means to me to tell it.
here goes: I was breaking up with a boyfriend and he gave me a "token" of himself. i was so confused at the time and deeply hurting so i took what he gave me. i knew it was a drug but i had done it for so long that at this point i just wanted peace.
anyhow i took it and apparently he gave it to me to shut me up to kill me. he was a biker (H.A). once you know their secrets it seems you are a problem to them so i guess this was his way of shutting me up. anyhow, i was in a comma. when i woke up i was fine. this surprised everyone. i don't remember anything in the comma so i cant stipulate what occurs. apparently they told my mother to say goodbye to me though. i guess that means i was close to death. but i woke up and all i remember is me pulling all the cords from me and walking out.
After that i am fine. I just finished my pre-health science and am going into my bachelor of science in nursing.
it turned out to be a blessing.
i feel so trashy in telling this but i have turned my life around for the better. this was my miracle. this is what also has helped me to belive and be a better person.

Thanks Irish, for this post. Reading these posts has been a great encouragement to me.

I'd like to share two stories that have happened in my life that I consider miracles. The first one happened when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was playing in my backyard with my brother when the tennis ball we were playing with went on the roof of the granny flat out back. My brother went inside since all the fun was over. I, on the other hand didn't want the fun to end so I went to the shed and got our father's ladder. After struggling with it, I eventually leaned it against the side of the flat. To cut a long story short I climbed the ladder and got the ball. On my way down I heard my Dad yell and come running (and my dad has a bad back, it's almost impossible for him to do that). As I got down he asked me "where's you're brother". My brother then walked out of the house and towards us. Dad was speechless. He told me he saw someone standing at the base of the ladder holding it steady and assumed it was my brother. We still don't know who it was, or even if there was someone, or if it was an angel or what. To make things stranger, the ladder fell (or at least slid part of the way down the wall) just as he went to pack it away.

The second story happened to me when I was 18. It was late at night and I was walking home from my friends house. It's about a 15 or 20 minute walk, and about half way home I noticed that I was a lot more exhausted than I should be. It was only then that I realised I had been running home. I stopped for a little breather, but almost as if my body was working on auto-pilot it started walking fast without my even knowing. I then ran the rest of the way, actually wishing I could stop for a break. Anyway, I got to my drive-way at almost exactly the same time as a group of five unsavoury looking men walked past my house. I don't know if anything would have happened if I didn't get home when I did, but I thank God that I never got to find out.

I cannot believe that there was not a reason for these events.

Once again, thanks Irish. I hope this thread continues in such a positive manner.

I don't got any miracles to speak of but I want to participate

If miracles are divine intervention that violate laws and can not be explained they are of gods will right. And most of them are happy things right.

But what is a supernatural event was not a happy one but one of a unfortunate consequences, would you all say it was gods will?

Hi sprinkles
Your story is a very important one to always remember for whatever you believe in you were given a second chance at life. It seems to have affected you in a positive and constructive way. Someday perhaps you will have some recollection of the coma state and understand what changed inside of you. But even if that does not happen it goes to show that Miracles in your life don't require your conscious acknowledgement.
All The Best
Irish

Hi Bobbie_McRobbie
Thanks for the positive feedback. But the credit should go to all of YOU who chose to participate and even to those who chose NOT too!
The purpose is in sharing life altering experiences whether you believe them to be miracles or not. As long as we don’t try to over analyze what they mean to others and just take them as encouragement I think this can remain a positive thread. I would encourage those that do not believe in such things to start a thread were people can argue the existence and experiences in a critical manner if the need is there!
Your story brought back a memory, when I was about 7 years old I was playing with my two brothers in the back yard. I think it was tag or a game like it. I was a hyper kid, liked sugar way to much . I was hiding on the roof of the back shed when I saw my older brother scamper up the drain pipe about to get me. Without thinking I ran right of the edge of the building about 12 foot high and landed safely on my feet and kept running not even giving it a second thought. It wasn’t until later I realized how dumb a move that was, thanks to my brother; He described me as falling from the shed in slow motion.

All the best
Irish

My intuition tells me different Super Pancake, I think we all experience minor miracles as is evident in the fact we have not killed ourselves yet!
Like my previous story of running of the back shed I would have not even notice if it was not for my big bro’s comments.
Forgive me for now for not answering your other question as again I don’t want to judge these stories only to read them.
Thanks
Irish

Well thats your interpretation of why I'm alive and a baseless one because you don't know me. Anyway I do believe God exist I don't believe he has a plan for us or even care what happens to us. I think he just created just because he could create. However nothing is absolute so you don't need to mind my beliefs. But I just wanted to point out because there is no purpose I find my own purpose to live, whether I reach my goal or not I tried and thats enough for me to live on even if it is a short lifetime, a long lifetime or a faded glory and legend that lives on forever. I'm not going to sell myself short for an imaginary white guy with long white beard even if he did create me or our existence. My life is my life!

Miracle or not I don't mean to be ungrateful for life, if it is an accident or destiny. Who knows I doubt anybody does.

Hi Irish, About 3 years ago when my daughter was about 4 months old my friend and I were coming back from town. We were driving across the highway and my car stopped. It wouldn't crank. A school bus was coming straight for us. We were just trying so hard to get it to crank. But then all of a sudden the car just moved and we got it to crank. We then pulled over shaken to death. Praying to God. Thanking that he had spared our lives. About a week later my car was blown up(the motor) we had to buy a brand new motor. We really lucked out.

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Even as a Christian and a believer of miracles I often cringe when I here the word faith healer. I will relate a story I personally know to be true.
I will call her Jane, I knew her for about 5 years prier. Jane was confined to a wheelchair since a young child born with cerebral Palsy. At the age of about twenty I used to transfer her from her wheelchair to my car to take her to college twice a week. One morning I went to pick her up at her door and she was standing by herself at the door with a big smirk on her face. I was quite taken aback and asked her what has happened? She explained that she had seen a faith healer a couple of days ago and felt so good she did not want to sit for the rest of her life, laughing.
Although at that point she was extremely week duo in part to muscle atrophie she required an arm to hang on too. Leading her to the car is when I noticed something really strange, She was able to walk but the energy from her I felt was not muscular but like a form of electricity was moving her.
Her whole life slowly changed for her and the last I heard she had married and was working a regular 9 to 5 job with no relapse of her condition.
All The Best
Irish

I don't know if this can be considered a miracle, but it did affect me in a spiritual way.

I was 17 at the time and my Dad had just bought me my first car. It was during the summer and my boyfriends sister, (age 16), my sister,(age 14), and I decided to take a drive to the nearest convenient store which was about 5 miles away (we lived in the country). I drove to the store, we got what we wanted and then on our way back to the car my BF's sister suggested that she drive, as I was obviously a little nervous of this,(she had no license), she quieted my doubts with the admonition that she had been driving for at least a year because her Mom let her drive her car for practice and so she knew how to drive and I believed her. Well, I said, ok, and we proceeded to head back home when we came to the road that we needed to take a right turn on, and this was a very dangerous road because it was nothing but sharp curves and steep hills (the kind you can do jumps on). After she made the right turn she had gotton too far over to the right and into the gravel, the next thing I remember was looking down at her feet and saw that she had one foot on the excellerator or gas peddle and the other on the brake and this caused the car to start losing traction. There was a curve just after this point at which she had gotten to when the car started to spin uncontrolably, (the police said that they had estimated the spin had gotten up to 92 miles an hour), and then I remember being slammed into the dashboard (I was sitting in the middle), before the car started to roll on its' side and slamming up against a tree.

The next thing I remember is that I,(or my soul/spirit rather), was hovering above my head and I was looking at my sister and my bf's sister and "knew" that everthing was alright and then suddenly I was all the way back into my body and fully conscience. I remembered everything about that moment. There was a beautiful "radiant white light", (pure white), completely surounding all three of us and with this was a complete sense of peace and love, (no fear whatsoever), and most notibly was the "LOVE", in which I cannot honestly find words to justify.

My sister's pelvic bone had been broken and she spent time in the hospital a few days. As for me and the other girl, we were left with some bumps, bruises and sore muscles. The car itself was completely totaled and taken to the nearest junk yard.

Well, as I said before, I don't know if this can be classified as a real miracle or not but it was definately an "experience" that had changed my way of thinking and feelings about God. This experience gave me a "knowing" that God IS, and that it is only we ourselves that "think" otherwise. Now I can't seem to seek Him out enough and my inner desire to know Him is ever bringing me closer, here a little, there a little but always closer.

Blessings to All,

Curiousofall

I certainly believe that you not only experienced a miracle but two of them. The first being the miraculous fact that you all survived such a horrendous accident. And the second one being the awareness of the moment and the spiritual enlightenment that was the result of it. Most people are unaware of their surroundings during such trauma.
I am curious to know if you experienced any time distortion (slowing up or speeding up) during the experience. From what I understand this is a common phenomenon in these cases.
Keep growing and learning and question everything.
All The Best
Irish

These are excellent stories.

I have butterfly syndrome, but in many ways I think thats a miracle in itself.

What a great thread! Thanks, Irish. These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

I suffered from severe depression as a teenager. One night, while I was crying and wishing God would let me die, I felt a warm sensation wrap around me, and in my mind’s eye, I saw the wings of an angel surround me. It comforted me so much that I fell into a deep sleep. The next day, things didn’t seem so terrible. The memory of those angel’s wings has comforted me throughout my lifetime.

When I was pregnant with my second child, I was told that I was measuring much too large for a 4-month fetus. The doctor thought I may have gotten my dates wrong or that I might be having twins. The ultrasound showed that the baby was the right size for the dates I had, but that there was way too much amniotic fluid around the baby. The doctor told me this was a sign of an abnormality and possibly retardation. I spent the next two weeks constantly worrying. My husband and I couldn’t decide whether to have additional tests run to determine the cause of the abnormality.

One day, while cleaning the bathroom sink and worrying, a strange feeling came over me, and I just KNEW that the baby would be fine. I didn’t hear a booming voice or see a sign in the clouds, it was just a feeling of absolute surety that nothing was wrong with the baby and all would be well. We didn’t have any other tests run, and I didn’t worry for the rest of my pregnancy.

Daniel was born a month early but fully grown at 7 pounds 12 ounces. He was perfect. I left the hospital with my baby within 24 hours of giving birth. I know that it was the Holy Spirit that had reassured me.

About 14 years ago, I was working full time at a college and raising two kids and a husband. I started suffering from a sharp, stabbing pain in my back which my doctor couldn’t diagnose. After an examination and some basic tests, he found nothing wrong with me. He gave me a cortisone injection in my back (which did nothing), loaded me up with pain pills and sent me on my way. After a week of constant, stabbing pain and trying to work while taking pain pills, I went back to the doctor. He still couldn’t find anything wrong with me and put me on a high dose of ibuprofen for the pain. (Yes, he was a quack and I have changed doctors long ago.)

Another week went by, the pain was constant and more severe, the ibuprofen was tearing up my stomach, and I had to miss work because I couldn’t function. I was afraid of losing my job, worried that I was dying, and I didn’t know where to turn. It came to me that I should see my priest and ask for the Anointing of the Sick, which is a Catholic sacrament. My mom drove me to my church, the priest gave me the blessing, and we left. On the way home, a voice came to me: “Tell the doctor to check for gall stones.” I wasn’t even sure what gall stones were. I told my doctor, he looked at me like I was nuts but ordered an ultrasound. I had 21 small gall stones. After surgery, I recuperated quickly and was able to go back to work.

After seeing a doctor for a year about swollen lymph nodes in her neck (yes, it was the same quack I mentioned above—but that’s another story), my mom was diagnosed with tongue and neck cancer. Our local specialist told her she had 2-5 years left to live, with or without treatment, which would include surgery for the removal of her tongue. My mom (who was in her late 60’s) told the doctor she would rather keep her tongue and let the cancer take its course so she could die quickly. The doctor told her this was a painful death—the body actually suffocates and starves because the cancer would cut off her oxygen and keep her from eating. My mom seemed resigned to dying, but her daughters and God had other plans.

I went to my allergist for sinus trouble. Out of the blue, he asked how my mom was (mom wasn’t even his patient at the time). I told him the bad news. He stopped what he was doing, went to his library and started finding and copying tons of information about Vanderbilt Cancer Clinic in Nashville, TN to give to me. He told me to get her out of our town and to Vanderbilt. After a call to Vanderbilt, who said they needed no referral and accepted everyone who asks, we set up an appointment for Mom.

Mom’s specialist at Vanderbilt was a brilliant woman. The only cancer patients she saw were neck/throat patients. She was surprised to find this type of cancer in my mother; she said that 95 percent of patients with this type of cancer were smokers, and all of her patients had been smokers. (She didn’t know Mom had smoked for 40 years before quitting.) After her initial examination, my mom said to her, “Can you just give me some pain medication so I can die peacefully?” The doctor said, “There are some patients that come to me that have no hope, and yes, we help them to die with as little pain as possible. But we can cure this.”

The treatment was difficult for everyone, especially my Mom, but experimental chemotherapy, radiation and surgery has left her with her tongue intact and her life. She has been cancer free for 8 years now. I thank God and all those marvelous doctors for her life. She is a blessing to me and my family.

God works in mysterious—and many—ways. When I remember the blessings he has given me, and I read the stories in this thread, I realize how much God is in this world—if we only look for him.

HowdyDoo HowdyDoo
Thanks for sharing those remarkable stories. While I was reading them I heard an old country western song in my head, cant remember who sung it but it was called "Thank God for Un-answered Prayers" It is a very wise song because we don’t always see the big picture and ask for silly things we may regret.
Irish

Hi Walken
I have never heard of butterfly syndrome, tell me what is it?
Irish

Hello Irish,
I have been in two more car accidents since this particular one and I can tell you that there is indeed a sense of slowing down, like certain moments or rather seconds seem to be drug out a little longer that the rest. The particular moment in the above story of the slowing down scenario was when I had looked down at my friends feet and the 2nd time was when I was hovering above my head. Surreal is the word I can best use to describe these experiences.

This is a wonderful thread. It is a place we can be ourselves, share our stories and grow in wisdom with one another.

Blessings Always,
Curiousofall

God Bless you HowdyDoo. God will always be with you, you have proved it in the telling of your experiences. I could see Him there in your words. Thank you for sharing.

Blessings,
Curiousofall

Edited for spelling correction

Thanks, Irish and Curious.

I often forget how blessed I have been. I am so grateful for a chance to remember and to share.

I have to disagree with you. There is no such thing as "small" miracles.

You haven't got depression. Your child was born healthy. Your gall stones were removed. And your Mum is still alive.

That's amazing and special and very definitely not "small"

Hi guys

Damn my legs are getting tired, its only been 34 hours damn. The high from the ice I hit a day ago must be warring off. I gotta get out of here, the faces are coming together, all the happy faces gone, just strangers. What’s that smell, sh** some b**** just vomited on me.

“Sorry baby” she said “Your alright man, hey at least we got it on a back in the little girls room”

Need to get out of here I don’t know her I can’t believe I just did her and she just hurled on me. I’ve been hot all for a while now my body is acting up, I hate that **** the moment when the high is going cold, you feel numb then reality hits you. All that good stuff was just a sham, it was all in your head. That hot girl you had looked like Beyonce, then off the high she was just some ugly girl. You thought you were drinking crystal to find out it was just water. That guy you knocked turned out to be your best bud. That life right maybe who knows. The cold night air is giving me the shakes or is just me don‘t know.

“Jesus,” my wallet is gone, now I got to walk home a good 14 New York city blocks to my apartment. “Jesus” ha, since when I felt like it calling out Jesus. Selfish f***, people only wants him when they got a problem including me, the Santa of all problems. The guy you know who will help you out when you believe, but he never comes. “**** all that ****.” focus, focus I don’t want to scare people. I wonder if I’m walking in a straight line. Good thing there is only a small amount of people out. Odd for a town that is up most of the time.

I’ve never been a good guy, I hit and scream at my mother the only person to love me. I steal, I cheat, I curse, I fight just for the hell of it. My girlfriend, I left the b**** when I knocked her up. I take Crystal Meth all the time and some other drugs. I’m in a racket that cheats out on all the little guys, those dumb *****. Damn I done some major **** in my life. It was time that karma caught up with me, I ain't got no honor from anybody, but worst of all I ain’t got dignity of my own. So whose gonna care they probably doing society, those ******* a favor. My heart sank when I saw this guy, I owe him big and this is it, no going back now, I’m done for it.

“Look what we got here” Mark smacks me in my face a couple of time. “Where is my money”…….. “Look at me”… he smacks me in the face again. “I said ******* look at me you worthless dick, where is my f***ing money.”

“I don’t got it man.”
“You don’t got it.”
“Yeah, yo I got you son, I‘ll get the money to you tomorrow.”
“You got me no, I got you now not tomorrow now *****, your ass is done, **** this motha ***** up, I want him dead.”

I wish I could get out of this hold by marks thugs but the Meth got me ****** up, **** I ****** up, its over now. My face hurt, that ******* boot hurts like hell. What should I do now call Santa Clause, I always believed, but why now. My ribs are broken from that crowbar to my side. Why now, why should I think I deserve to call Jesus. One of the guys got a bat, he looks strong, this is going to hurt.

God, father, Christ, holy ghost or Jesus, I don’t know! Its been a long time since I prayed, ha I guess everybody prays, I remember somebody told me everybody prays because someone is always saying “Jesus give me another drink, I had a horrible day, but the funny thing is the bartender ain’t Jesus.”
I don’t know how this works, is there like a system, like you get three wishes, or your convert the amount of good deeds into a wish, or is it… forget it. Wishes or they wishes or miracles…..damn I can’t even focus during prayer. Remember back at home, my old home in long island. Mom still there, you already know that don’t you. But Remember that one morning, when the sun was out and strong. I saw the most beautiful pink butterflies in the world, and the were rimmed with gold, and glowing. Everybody thought I was crazy "there is no butterflies that are pink, gold, and glow," only my mother believed me. I still believe in those butterflies, maybe mom still believes also. I want to see them again , please forgive me.

Home still the same nothing has changed. I walked up to the door, Why for some reason I think if it was locked it was not meant to be. I turned the knob it was open, what a coincidence, no fate. Maybe not. A man old like 50 or something stood in the house.

“Who are you”
“Sorry, I thought..........”

I ran out of there but just when I hit the sidewalk “wait!” It was mom her face full of love, rage, happiness, hate, hope, despair, all in one look. She’s still at home, I started to cry. We walked towards each other with hesitation, eagerness, wondering if it could work out between us. Looking at each other thinking if their is still something there. We embraced, warm, hearts beating in sync, old memories of the good times over shadow the darkness, the bliss is overwhelming both of us can hardly hold our tears. Together, we are together again. We step back and take a look at each other see how much we have changed. Then there they were, the beautiful pink and gold rimmed butterflies glowing in the sun. We both saw them my mom and I. There is hope for a future.


This could have been me, somebody else or you in another life. Just believe. I do.

Goodnight everybody I'm going to call it a day .

Bobbie:

Just to clarify: I think the point of my sharing was to prove that there are no small miracles. I just took poetic license to prove a point.

I did not say I have depression now--I had depression as a teenager. Actually, I'm quite content at this point in my life, and I am thoroughly grateful for everything I have.

Maybe I wasn't clear in my sharing; for this I apologize.

God bless!

Hi super pancake
Wow! I look back on the things I had to contend with as a youth and I begin to think I was pretty lucky. Even growing up in Northern Ireland during the worst of the troubles is not much compared to someone growing up on the worst side of a big city. With its gang violence and drug wars and total despair. I, at least knew who my enemies were and could chose to avoid them, for the most part!
I think I understand why drugs and alcohol seems to be the only escape from a reality that is both brutal and cruel. I do not have any answers for you and can only offer my prayers that you can find an escape that does not have a price as high as drugs, and I don’t mean monetary price.
I am sure that most here would agree that you need a personal miracle in your life to change the direction you are heading in. But you yourself must be ready to embrace it, and I sincerely hope that you are.
All The Best
Irish

Hello everybody!

Hey Irish, this is not my life fortunately but an experience my friend shared to me. He is a criminal I could safely say, did some minor crimes and a few felonies. Was a big crystal meth user because it comes with the lifestyle, he was a big club scene kind of guy. So to keep it up he did crystal meth. He owed to many people money got roughed up badly, he should of been dead, said he prayed for those butterflies and saw them again, thanks god everyday after that plus he is back with his mother. He's doing pretty good for himself now, watches over his mom and got a job as a anti-drug counselor the last time I talked to him. a good guy who found himself in God he tells me. He's always telling me to do the same, I respond "I'll be O.K. on my own," then he is like "for how long?"

As for me I used to do drugs small stuff only stoped because I promised my mom as long I live in her house I will be drug free. so i just write short stories, lyrics, scripts, to pass the time and stay out of trouble. God, religion, and spirituality is a big thing in my life, I'm glad to have met a lot of people from all walks of life to share there miracles of God to me. I believe in them all.

Everyone here has amazing storys, My Miracles are my two kids..

The miracle may be in surviving them
Don't worry it much better as a grandparent, finaly revenge

Well, i'm a bit skeptical over what actually happened, but I will share the story, it's still a mystery to me. I was 8 or 9, and we were moving out of our house. Me, my older brother, and his friend were moving a 200 pound wheelchair ramp by slowly siding it across the grass because how else would a couple of 12 year olds and an 8 year old move it? My brother and his friend left for some reason, and they thought I was with them, so they didn't realize they left me with the huge ramp! Of course how could a little kid keep from it falling on him? I dunno, but I somehow pushed it away from me and escaped with a little cut on the neck. I don't know how it happened because back then I was weak and pathetic.

I find it hard to believe in miracles, but I do have some experiences that I can't explain.
The first one was when I was 13 and was at the top of a high pine tree, were the limbs are only 1" thick, and fell I hit a few limbs that turn the fall into a spin. I hit the ground on my back with my right arm twisted under me and my right leg twisted out to the right. When I went to the doctor and told him what happened he said my arm and leg should be broke. Like I said I don't know if its a miracle but I do some stupid things and have never broken anything.

I find it strange many do not easily believe in miracles even when they experience them first hand. We are always looking for the big indisputable ones we can prove to others. When the truth really is a quiet voice inside our soul, not a vain arrogant boaster of itself.

Thanks for sharing yours.
Irish

"THERE IS NO ORDER OF DIFFICULTY IN MIRACLES"
A course in Miracles



Beautiful Stories, Irish, I loved the asking God why their are disabled children, so beautiful. Well I think my life is a continual miracle I have so many stories but I will share this one, My son (8 at the time) had a friend who shot himself in the head (he was older and was having relationship problems) my son was distraught to the say the least and he asked me would he be okay and I truthfully didn't know what to say so I said son ask God Ask God for a dream and she'll answer (we have 100% sucess with prayers being answered ) better than I could, The next day he says Mom Buddy is gonna be okay I was kind of surprised I said what do you mean, He says Mom I had a dream last nite I talked to Buddy the bullet missed his brain and he's gonna make a full recovery, he's gonna be okay Mom, Do you know he made a full recovery the bullet missed his brain. I hope you loved this as much as Me and my children have great relationships with God because of these stories, So to me God covers all bases. Great Topic I wish there was more of these. Namaste Sheri

I just met a really great guy... lots of strange coincidences in our stories, and we have identical scars on our hands fate is grand !

That was a remarkable story Sheri berri how is he recovering, any permanent damage? It’s very sad when someone is so distraught they are willing to take there own life. Pain most often is a temporary thing both emotional and physical and truly does build character. I find it interesting that memory of past pain is often very vague unlike memories of joy. Perhaps that is what our creator intended.
Bizeebutt I believe we have an existence prior to coming into this life, not so much as reincarnations but a form of spiritual fellowship. And before the debunkers arrive let me say I have no evidence of this and I do not wish to defend my position. However I believe throughout our lives we meet those that we once had that special fellowship with as part of our chosen destiny. I know in my heart from the moment I first met my wife that I was once again reunited with my best friend.
All the best in your new relationship.
Irish