On the subject of Miracles.

In 1961 I was driving my car on a road covered in winter slush when another car turned across me without any signals. I instinctively touched the brakes and veered slightly to avoid hitting him and got into a skid that took me straight into the path of a lorry coming the opposite way. We hit head on at a combined speed of about forty or so miles an hour. Both vehicles suffered extensive front end damage (mine was a complete write-off) and - but for the bible* in my inside pocket - I would perhaps have suffered cracked or broken ribs or WORSE through hitting the steering-wheel so hard with my chest that it broke.

* It was actually my notebook but a bible gives a better story.

Well, it's only like this bloke from way-back-when who picked up what he thought was a stick and suddenly it turned out to be a snake so he flung it down on the ground. He then thought, "Hey! With a bit of work that'd make a great story for a biblical miracle if they ever get around to writing them down!"