If you're alive, it isn't.
Throughout my life, I have had several outright miraculous life saving events. A few of them were witnessed by others I was with at the time.
The first time was in my early teens. I was showing an old tube model radio to a friend. I thought the power was off, and was going to twist two wires together when I was shocked so severely my arms and hands were immobilized. I couldn't let go. The overhead light in the room actually dimmed to almost nothing. My friend did nothing, because as he told me later, he thought I was faking being shocked. I was able to move at the waist, so I leaned backwards until I fell back and the wires came out of my hands. My older brother came into the room wondering what I did to the lights and television. The television screen had shrunk to a postage stamp sized image, and all the lights had dimmed. I had taken so much electricity through my hands and arms that I had browned-out the whole house .
The next time, I was working at a Boy Scout camp. There was a big metal office desk that we had to move out of a building onto a flatbed truck. Four of us lifted the desk up to the truck. Two guys were in the truck and me and another guy were on the ground lifting. Somebody lost their grip and everyone else saw this except me. They all let go to just allow the desk to fall. Since I had not seen what was happening, I was still trying to lift the desk. The desk came down on top of me with one of the metal legs directly in the center of my chest. The desk was very heavy, and the metal leg would have impaled my chest, except that when I fell there was a tree stump in the space of my armpit. The stump stopped the desk. I laid there with the leg of the desk touching my chest, but not actually injured. The other guys thought that I was pinned under the desk, and they lifted it off of me. No one remembered having seen that stump and we would have had to step around it. Two or three weeks later I was back there at that camp with another friend and wanted to show him the stump that had saved my life. There was no stump. There was no hole where a stump had been. There was not even a soft spot in the ground.
In college, I was working in a physics lab. Another student asked for my help with an ion vacuum pump. He needed me to hold the pump while he attached it to a vacuum chamber. We had been told to not handle the ion pump without disconnecting its wiring first. I assumed the other student had done so. When I took the pump from him, I was frozen in place, and all the air was forced from my lungs in a loud grunt. The other student saw what was happening, and took the pump back from me. I could smell something burnt, and found my finger had a hole in it all the way to the bone. While I was at the school infirmary, the professor came back to the lab and asked where I was. The others told him the ion pump had burned me. The professor told thim, white faced, that the ion pump was 5000 volts.
Years later, I was working on an electronic project and needed to cut some wire. I did not have wire strippers or wire cutters handy, but I did have a lock blade pocket knife. I knew that wasn't the best way to cut the wire, but I didn't want to take the time to try to find the correct tool. When the wire finally cut I had been pulling so hard with the knife that I literally stabbed myself in the throat. I panicked, and immediately pulled the knife back. There was no blood on the blade. My neck hurt badly, and later there was a bruise where my fist had hit my neck. The blade should have penetrated my neck in the middle of that bruise. It was a lock blade, so it had not collapsed.
Years after that, I was closing the tailgate of my pickup truck when lightning hit the truck. I was barefoot, and of course the truck had 4 rubber tires. So the lightning went through me to the ground. Like the ion pump, it hurt a lot, but at least I wasn't burned this time.
I currently have a terminal illness. The average survival time is 6 1/2 years. I am currently 4 years past my expiration date, and I am not circling the drain yet. I guess God's not done with me.
Throughout my life, I have had several outright miraculous life saving events. A few of them were witnessed by others I was with at the time.
The first time was in my early teens. I was showing an old tube model radio to a friend. I thought the power was off, and was going to twist two wires together when I was shocked so severely my arms and hands were immobilized. I couldn't let go. The overhead light in the room actually dimmed to almost nothing. My friend did nothing, because as he told me later, he thought I was faking being shocked. I was able to move at the waist, so I leaned backwards until I fell back and the wires came out of my hands. My older brother came into the room wondering what I did to the lights and television. The television screen had shrunk to a postage stamp sized image, and all the lights had dimmed. I had taken so much electricity through my hands and arms that I had browned-out the whole house .
The next time, I was working at a Boy Scout camp. There was a big metal office desk that we had to move out of a building onto a flatbed truck. Four of us lifted the desk up to the truck. Two guys were in the truck and me and another guy were on the ground lifting. Somebody lost their grip and everyone else saw this except me. They all let go to just allow the desk to fall. Since I had not seen what was happening, I was still trying to lift the desk. The desk came down on top of me with one of the metal legs directly in the center of my chest. The desk was very heavy, and the metal leg would have impaled my chest, except that when I fell there was a tree stump in the space of my armpit. The stump stopped the desk. I laid there with the leg of the desk touching my chest, but not actually injured. The other guys thought that I was pinned under the desk, and they lifted it off of me. No one remembered having seen that stump and we would have had to step around it. Two or three weeks later I was back there at that camp with another friend and wanted to show him the stump that had saved my life. There was no stump. There was no hole where a stump had been. There was not even a soft spot in the ground.
In college, I was working in a physics lab. Another student asked for my help with an ion vacuum pump. He needed me to hold the pump while he attached it to a vacuum chamber. We had been told to not handle the ion pump without disconnecting its wiring first. I assumed the other student had done so. When I took the pump from him, I was frozen in place, and all the air was forced from my lungs in a loud grunt. The other student saw what was happening, and took the pump back from me. I could smell something burnt, and found my finger had a hole in it all the way to the bone. While I was at the school infirmary, the professor came back to the lab and asked where I was. The others told him the ion pump had burned me. The professor told thim, white faced, that the ion pump was 5000 volts.
Years later, I was working on an electronic project and needed to cut some wire. I did not have wire strippers or wire cutters handy, but I did have a lock blade pocket knife. I knew that wasn't the best way to cut the wire, but I didn't want to take the time to try to find the correct tool. When the wire finally cut I had been pulling so hard with the knife that I literally stabbed myself in the throat. I panicked, and immediately pulled the knife back. There was no blood on the blade. My neck hurt badly, and later there was a bruise where my fist had hit my neck. The blade should have penetrated my neck in the middle of that bruise. It was a lock blade, so it had not collapsed.
Years after that, I was closing the tailgate of my pickup truck when lightning hit the truck. I was barefoot, and of course the truck had 4 rubber tires. So the lightning went through me to the ground. Like the ion pump, it hurt a lot, but at least I wasn't burned this time.
I currently have a terminal illness. The average survival time is 6 1/2 years. I am currently 4 years past my expiration date, and I am not circling the drain yet. I guess God's not done with me.
