Some of the events that happen in our lives we never forget. I remember one that took place many years ago when I was a small boy. I have a brother who is about one and a half years older than I am. I have always been small of stature, he is taller and larger.
The house we lived in had a shed on one end with a cellar underneath with a stone wall supporting the shed above. The cellar was used to store the wood for the winter, in the summer it was empty and we often played there.
My dad always warned us to stay away from the stone wall because it was crumbling some and needed repairs.
One day we were playing hide and seek. I was hiding and my brother had to find me. I made the mistake of hiding right by the base of that stone foundation. The stones were rather large and square and one fell on my head and pinned me to the ground. It was a dirt floor and the soil was very soft and moist so my head was pushed part way in the dirt. I started to scream, I was terrified. My brother came running, he grabbed that big stone and picked it off my head, it was a miracle. I believe it would have taken two men to pick that rock up. I believe that God intervened and gave my brother the strength he needed.
As I look back, I know God has given every one of us extra strength when the need was there.