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I am an 11 year old Christian boy. I have enormous faith in God. I play baseball, football, and basketball. I love to swim and play any sport. I enjoy family time and enjoy making friendships. I have good grades. I pray daily.
One night when I came home from church I was riding on the back of our pick-up truck. The church is about a mile from our house. My mom was driving. When the truck came to a complete stop I jumped off and went under the truck to scare my mom by grabbing her ankles. However, the motor was still running.
In the next few seconds while under the truck I heard the motor roar. I immediately sprung out from the bottom. My mom drove forward. I nearly made it all out, except for my ankle which got run over by a two ton truck. My dad who was driving up behind us onto the driveway witnessed the whole thing. It all happened within seconds.
I was in excruciating pain and really scared. My foot felt hot and crushed, I honestly thought it was going to be cut off. I was holding onto it and praying for the pain to leave. My dad jumped out of his truck and ran towards me. My mom jumped out of hers and asked, “what was that?” She then saw me rolling on the ground and grabbing my foot. My father told her she had ran over my foot, but it could have been worse. They both calmly removed my shoe and looked at it.
They asked if I could move it. I moved it back and forth, side to side and realized a miracle had just taken place. It hurt much but I iced it. My mom knew everything was fine but told me to warn her of any swelling or lack of movement. An hour later when I was no longer in fright, I wept and asked my parents to forgive me.
My mom told me to give thank and praise to God, for he’s an awesome God. I could have been killed, but instead God spared my life. She later took me in to the ER for observation and to avoid any medical negligence charges if it had to be reported. The staff in the ER was in disbelief, they really didn’t think it happened like so. I didn’t even get a bruise or a scrape. They just said I was really lucky. I know it was God’s hand protecting me.
This miracle story was submitted by “G.P.” from Texas
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Well I am only 12. My miracle story is about my little sister Samantha. She nearly died in January 15, 2006. She was scootering down a hill when a speeding drunk driver hit my little sister. The accident put her in a coma for about 1 month and then I had prayed and prayed for her. One day the Doctor told us she was having a difficult time breathing and heart failure. So he said we would have to put her down.
I screamed no and I prayed for her right there and then. Her breathing started going normal and her heart was going back to her normal rate. When she awoke from her coma, the first person she had wanted to see was me! I was so happy that she had survived that accident. Each day she has had a really great time and is very thankful for every day she has. Right now she is asleep. She is as normal as possible. I am very happy she had lived. That was my miracle.
This miracle story submitted by “L.L.” from OR.
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My family are from Western Australia in the Pilbara region. This is where my miracle happened in 1996.
We have cyclonic seasons here. It happened after a big cyclone, when the rain stopped. My children Kasey, Pin’e Robert and my brother-in-law Colin and cousin Anna drove up to Mt Welcome a big hill in the town that overlooks the surrounding district. We all got out to view the scenery from the top. My daughter Kasey was 5 at the time and cut her feet. I saw the blood and prayed genuinely from the heart.
I took my daughter to the hospital but the bleeding had stopped. I was deciding whether to go in or not. My cousin Anna said go in and check it out. I went into the hospital and the nurse gave me a bowl of water to bathe her foot in the treatment room while she attended to another patient. My aunt was also a patient at the small country hospital.
When we were at the top of the hill before we entered the hospital I saw one cut. When I cleaned all the blood there were three other small cuts with the one I had seen. The three other small cuts I touched with my finger and mentioned to my aunt (who was in the treatment room with me) that it must have been a big piece of glass because of the other three cuts. The nurse entered back into the room and mentioned about the cut.
I popped myself down, and now there was only one cut. The other three I had touched with my finger were gone. I went outside and told my cousin Anna and Colin what had happened. I said I wasn’t going to go in until I heard you say go and check it out, she said she never said that, I said I heard you loud and clear. I have never had anything happen like this to me before and it wasn’t a matter of life and death, but I still cannot believe till this day.
My sister and I went to our local pastor and his wife that evening and they haven’t heard anything like it either. The pastor’s wife grabbed my sister’s and my hand and prayed. I told my teacher and some class students at TAFE where I was doing a course about Early Childhood. My teacher is a Christian lady and she said Christ does miracles. I also told a nun who resides here in Roebourne, and she said you may have healing hands.
I still don’t know what it is but I have watched the American program CSI and have seen where wounds go through 6 different stages and I don’t know why those cuts disappeared – but I know that I prayed genuinely, and when I prayed and saw the blood I was thinking of my sister who died in an car accident in 1988.
This miracle story was submitted by “M.B.” from Australia