Proof of God, is the pure miracle it is… Here I was at age 52 writing my own life story, in my own words, in written format, and website to talk about my purpose in life. That sounds like a bold claim. Every single person craves to know their purpose in life.
The proof of this being a Miracle, is the game I invented for everyone who reads my full autobiography. As you read, count how many times the phrase ” I should be Dead!”, or “That should have Killed me!”. When the reader reaches the end, guaranteed most will shake their head and agree… “It’s a Miracle he’s Alive!.
Example of ‘Should be Dead!”.
The end of January 1984, age 14, involved in a near tragic to me Bike/Car accident. This crippled my left knee permanently. A year later my mother, after nearly having her son killed in a wreck, plans a three day weekend trip, Mom n son to Padre Island Texas. This was just after a Mexico City Earthquake in 1985. The first day, being a lover to swim in the ocean, Mom stayed on the beach and watched. The water was a dirty brown, not like the Bahamas or Hawaii. Swimming out kind of far, I heard another swimmer yelling for help.
Two things, first a lifeguard or somebody heard the ‘Help’, assume a lifeguard. He was picked up by a boat and taken to shore. All attention was on this swimmer, and saving him or her.
Meanwhile, unknowingly I was caught in a dangerous rip current. Even my ‘Watch me like a Hawk, extremely protective mother’, lost sight of me. When I stopped swimming to get my bearings, realized I was off-course and nowhere near the swimmer. Trying to stand up, got extremely lucky, was standing on a sand bar, but feeling the ocean current dragging me out to sea. Remember standing briefly on three sandbars, briefly, before being swept off and further out to sea.
There I was, fifteen years old, in the ocean, being swept out to sea in a rip current, one leg is too damaged to use, only have arms to swim and stay afloat., nobody is coming for me, nobody even sees me.
After getting out of the ‘Rip Current’, looked at the beach, I was so far out. Started the long swim back to the beach, when finally reaching the beach, feeling like a washing ashore after a shipwreck in a movie. Took a couple minutes to breathe, began looking up and down the beach, looking left and found my mother, about a half-mile down the beach. Started quietly walking down the beach towards my mother. She was standing on the beach, just looking for me in the ocean. Knowing the panic she was feeling.
The next day, my mother would not let me anywhere near the water. Renting three-wheelers, ATCs was safer than letting back in the ocean, which for the record, I’d rather swim. FYI- 3-Wheelers from the 80’s are deemed the most dangerous motorcycle ever built, now they are safer 4-wheelers.
Honestly traumatized my own mother, getting in a near tragic accident age 14, nearly swept out to see and drowned a year later.
This is only one, technically two times ‘I should have been killed’, out of a long list. Read all of them, ask “How?”. This question I have asked myself over twenty times! The Miracle is that I am still Alive at age 56, to tell my own story, in my own words.