What power saved your life?

reply to post by dlifesjrny


That is an amazing story and exactly the kind of responses I am looking for.

Personally, incidences like yours have happened to me throughout my life and obviously of those that posted previously.

Sometimes, I really believe there is something pulling the puppet strings. Many of us should be dead. But nope, here we are posting away about our experiences without giving the proper merit it deserves.

What is keeping some of us alive to be able to tell these stories. There is no doubt in my mind that we are all fated to a certain destiny.



[edit on 30-6-2010 by brilab45]

I was 18 yrs old. For some odd reason on a Friday night, I decided that I did not want to go out to this party. I am so thankful I did not. The driver who I would have rode with crashed into a tree. The tree was in the passenger seat!!! I would have been killed on impact.

When my son was about 2, he went to walk down the basement stairs. His foot got caught on the edge of the door. It was slow motion in my eyes. He was falling down the stairs, head first toward the concrete. I dove after him. Some how I caught him, at the same time my toes caught the top step so we didn't fall all the way down. Not a scratch or bump on the boy. The strangest thing is that I about 4 feet away from the stairs when it happened. Just something intervened.

I also had a strange thing happen with my daughter. In our neighborhood we all gather out front and watch the kids play. A couple of kids were riding the bikes on the sidewalk. Nicole was only 2 and she was in the center of the sidewalk. The one kid was not paying attention and was coming right at her. Both my neighbor and I gasped because we couldn't get to her in time. She was going to get run over! Some how some way the bike and her did not collide. He didn't swerve and he had training wheels on. We have NO IDEA how the bike did not hit her. My neighbor turned to me and said "She must have an Angel watching over her."

reply to post by JRho900

Again another great post to ponder the idea that something intervenes to make us do nearly magical things to save the lives of others.

Thank you for your response.

Not sure what you would call it.
I was 17 and my friends and I were at the local sandstone pools doing some jumping and swimming. One of the pools had a nasty reputation for taking people under and we had some storms the night before, so it was eddying real bad... hell it was a whirlpool. My dumbass friend decided to jump right into the center of the whirlpool and it started sucking him under. We all went into panic/save mode, and began making our way out to attempt to grab him. One by one we got sucked in, under and spun out against the outer wall. For about 5 minutes we each took turns going under then back up as we tried to make our way out (forming a human chain on the wall) I was the last person. I got sucked under for the last time and I felt a cold grip on my leg as I went deeper and the light began getting darker. I knew it was it. Suddenly someone grabbed my outstretched arm and threw me firmly against the wall. When I clear the water from my eyes, my friends were 15 feet away. No one grabbed me.

It was a quiet ride home, a week later, 2 boys drowned in the same pool, divers determined the depth of the pool to be 30 feet. The blew it up shortly after to prevent anyone else from drowning there.

I was more or less an agnostic, former atheist, and had gotten sick from e. coli, from a surgical slice of my colon that went unnoticed.

After lingering for three weeks, the first week nearly untreated at all, except for pain meds, there was a fire in my town, and in anticipation of large numbers of victims (it was at a jail), they transferred me to a large city hospital about 60 miles from that town.

When I got there by ambulance, the docs and nurses came in and opened my newest surgical incision and terrible things happened. So traumatic and awful that while they cleaned the wound, the nurses and other younger docs held down my hands and feet, without warning me. The shock of it all and my horror and pain must be why I kind of lost it and stretched away towards the darker side of the hospital room where there was an empty bed.

I am completely serious. I called out "Help me, Jesus," and I never would have said anything like that, especially in front of other people. It was so old-fashioned, and what did I know about Him anyway, really? But they all let go.

Later, the docs told me they didn't expect me to live even one day after I arrived, since the blood tests showed my counts were all extreme, all in the wrong ways, way too much of this, not nearly enough of that, so each day, I had heard the numbers as they watched me.

Before I got there, I had already had jaundice and pneumonia, and this was after a minor surgery, the day before which I was applying for a new job and running around taking care of business, having just given birth four weeks or so before.

But I survived, and I give all the credit to Jesus Christ, because never had I prayed, the whole time I was sick. Never had I called out something like that, and was very shy as well, lol.

It was like He was in that dark corner, and poked me to force the words out of my lips. It just didn't come from my own mind, I know that. I was in a state of near-hysteria and shock as they did their terrible work.

But they all just stopped and let go of me, and I just got a little better every day, until one day I finally used the walker they had brought me, and ended up "making a break for it." Just trying to get to a door to feel the air on my face, lol.

They removed the walker and wheeled me back, lol. But here I am today. Furthermore, I am no longer in constant pain, although I was for 9 long years.

I believe He deadened some of the nerves in my abdomen, and I do not take anything but vitamins. Can you believe it?

It took NINE years for me to ask Him to heal me again, and to believe that He could, and that He would.

nice thread..
Me and my friends used to go playing in an old abandoned farm house right at the top of my street in the summer and the roof at its highest point,
must have been 40 or 50 feet off the ground . we would walk along the gutter as a dare to each other and even though it was high you probably wouldn't hurt too much if you fell, Anyways..
On this one occasion we decided to walk across the front off the building which goes much higher at its highest point than the guttering.
as i got to the top i let go with both hands, just showing off really but it scared the crap out of the girls on the ground which to me was Awesome and seemed like a clever thing to do "yeah i know" so i waited for them to uncover their eyes and look up , and as they did i let go again with both hands and did a little jump to the side which had them all screaming, unfortunately i got my footing wrong and was waving my arms around like a lunatic to get my balance back.
The creepy thing about it is a huge gust of wind caught me and literally flattened me against the tiles on the other side of the ledge we were walking across.
Had it been blowing the other way i would have surely landed in a mess next to the screaming girls bellow but nope I survived to tell my tale.
Nobody else felt the gust of wind and i had people standing either side of me up on the ledge , non of the girls below saw because they all looked away in horror.
Well thats my near death contribution i don't have any jpeg's or eye witness testimony but i know what i felt and just thinking back on it send a genuine shiver down my spine..

I would like to post meaningful replies to the last three posts, but am having difficulty with my meds and sounding rational.

All I can say is WOW to all your stories. Very interersting.

Thanx for all your replies.

I did die once, on the operating table. My heart and lungs stopped for about a minute and a half. and the docs had a hard time getting me going again. When I got out and woke up in recovery, I didn't know what happened. I faintly remember a dream but it felt like I was drunk and dizzy. And here I am.

I dont know if it has anything to do with paranormal experience, but after I came around from a general anestetic after brain surgery, this song was playing on the radio in the surgery room, was snap- ive got the power. It was a bit weird, but felt like it meant something at the time

One day I had been out with some friends for the day. We had been to the pier, and we were walking back to our university halls of residence, deciding on a brief detour through town. We reached the outskirts of the town centre, and I made to cross the road, not paying attention to where I was going.

All of a sudden, I'm hit by an impact which was sufficient enough to push me back a good foot or so, as well as wind me. I saw a car fly where I would have been at that point had I not been knocked back. Looks like someone up there likes me

when I was 16-17 yrs old about 6 friends and myself went for a hooliganism camp weekend down the bush / National Park.

After getting thoroughly sloshed round a campfire on the beach we decided it was a bright idea to borrow the neighbours car (there's a small residential area in the Park - everyone knows everyone) and take it for a 2am spin.

It was this 30yr old volkswagon thing that was used to rally drive with about 6grand worth of new sport suspension work or whatever...
crammed into the back, no one wearing seat belts at this stage, for no reason what so ever this older guy who was squashed in next to me leans into my shoulder and yells 'put your seat belt on now!'
so I halfheartedly have a go and it's just not going in...

So I shrug drunkenly and laugh about being too young or some rubbish and he reaches over me and jams the seat belt into the holster - just as the car starts fishtailing in gravel...spins sideways, hits an embankment, flips bonnet first over a ditch midair clears the illuminator poles on the side and slides 50mtrs through the bush on its roof missing trees and boulders!

My best friend went through the windscreen - get this- not a scratch on her!
every window was shattered, undercarriage fell through and as I hung suspended upside down the chasis was lying on the roof above me..
nobody was injured, and that guy saved my life.

His name was Eddy, I've never seen him again.