B-dawg
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There's a number of times I should have been dead. For instance, in 1996 I was driving back home to Montana (through North Dakota) and I was admiring the scenery. So much so, I ran off the road. I sailed into a field, full of 2-foot boulders. Didn't touch one... didn't even get a paint scratch. (*And I'm a no-good agnostic, mind you.*) Then there was the time in Wyoming, when I spun at least 3 times on a narrow, icy bridge at about 70 miles per hour. Came to a beautiful, 180-degree, law-abiding stop in the OPPOSITE lane... when by rights I should have ended up at the bottom of a 40-foot ravine. Or the time when I was 22, out drinking beer on a frozen river. (Don't ask why.) The ice gave way under me, and the current caught me... I should have gone under the ice and drowned. BUT, there was a perfectly shaped, oh-so-convenient projection of ice I got ahold of, and hauled myself up onto the ice with (BTW, about the ONLY solid area of ice I could see when I got ashore and looked back at where I'd been...) SO... am I a cat with nine lives? Or does "God" (if he exists) not care about religion and just happen to like me? (That'd be a hoot.) OR... how about, just like your church not being hit by lightning... (actually not surprising as you had two natural "lightning rods" (trees) next to your church...) I just lucked out? "Heaven" Forbid..!
B-man
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