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Miracles in your life.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

Irish

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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.

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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 **** 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

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I would say, i do have lots.

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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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 thumbsup.gif

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 thumbsup.gif

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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.

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I heard a beautiful voice speaking in my head.

Now you know that someone could talk in our head.

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.

Now you know how God answer our questions indirectly.

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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 no.gif

Best wishes,

Fly

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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

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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. sad.gif

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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.

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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?

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to tell my story is a hard one and perhaps you won't take into consideration what it means to me to tell it.

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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

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

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.

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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 wacko.gif . 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

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

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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! blush.gif

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

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