| Vicky | 
			All of your stories are fascinating! 
 Roger, yours was creepy with the guy sticking his fingers down your throat!
 
 Kathy, I remember that story, so incredible.
 
 Sorry, I can't think of any that I haven't shared many times before.
 
 Don, I have one similar to Mike's at age 6.  When my son was 4 months old I was carrying him in my arms inside the house.  I was wearing my hiking boots and I tripped and stumbled and my body started to lunge forward.  In that split second I knew the baby was going to go flying out of my arms, or at the very least that I'd drop him and/or land on him.  I just immediately prayed in my mind over and over, "Please don't let me drop the baby!"
 
 As soon as I began praying, I felt this enormous force come down on me from above, pushing me down very hard, very fast, and it was as if time stood still for a moment while this was happening.  I can remember the feeling of be cognizant of what was happening and not being able to believe it!  And I was also quite terrified since I wasn't sure what was going on.   I knew I wasn't merely feeling the effects of having lost my balance and of falling.  The feeling of the pressure all over me was beyond words.
 
 The next thing I knew, I came to still holding my baby in my arms pressed to my chest,  the same position right at the moment I had tripped, but now I was knelt down on the floor with my boots tucked under me, as if I had chosen to kneel this way.  The last thing I remembered was the force pushing me down, and now here I was in the same place only knelt down.
 
 I knew something incredible had happened.  I knew that whatever that force was, it was in response to my prayer and was doing it to save my baby.  My thigh muscles were pretty torn too from it.  I was in a lot of pain for having ended up the way I did so quickly, and had trouble walking for a couple weeks.
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