Just before Christmas several years ago, my teenage son survived a car crash he shouldn't have. The car he was riding in was totally destroyed.
The emergency services first on scene didn't think he had survived when they looked at the carnage inside the vehicle, and waited until the fire department came to foam down the fuel from the ruptured tank before retrieving his body.
But he wasn't dead.
Nevertheless, he was taken to hospital, and we got the late night call that every parent dreads.
It was such an unexplainable event, and had such an enormous impact on our family that I wrote a Hub about it (a bit long, three parts..). Many people who read the story expressed their opinion that it constituted a miracle; and that 'angels were clearly present'.
Miracle is a very strong word. But I certainly felt then, and always will, that something far bigger than all of us had a hand in the outcome.
if you're interested in the story, part one is here: