When I was in high school, I was in a very bad car accident. While traveling at 70 miles an hour over an overpass, the car I was in spun out of control and flipped off the side of the freeway, ending up upside-down some 20 feet below. Had the car landed a few feet to the left or the right, it would have hit concrete. As it was, it landed in some springy turf, which absorbed much of the impact. The car was a pancake but my friends and I (all of whom had been wearing shoulder harness seatbelts) walked away. It was a miracle.
The Good Friday story Michael Fumento tells therefore resonates very strongly with me. It is, if possible, even more miraculous.Email This Post To A Friend
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