Out of Body Experience

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I grew up on a farm in rural Iowa. For 43 years I been protected by the Hand of God, angles, usually from my stupidity and sometimes from danger I had no control over. After careful study and questioning people with similar experiences I found that there is usually one common den- ominater.

My first encounter with a miracle was at the age of 8. We had a shed which we would back the grain truck into with a pit and an auger. The shed was just to protect the pit from filling with water and the doorway was 4 inches taller than the truck. The truck was only backed into the shed to the back wheels so the box could be raised to dump the grain. When ever the truck was empty we would jump inside the box and scoop out the corners.

On this day I had done just that and my Dad was in the truck waiting for me to get done so he could pull the truck out. I gave him the ok and he started letting the truck down and I was just going to ride in the box until he pulled out. John, a teenager who lived with my Grandparents was helping and told me to throw him the scoop shovel so he scoop the pit clean.

As I did so the truck box was just about lowered. As I leaned over the back to hand him the shovel my father began to pull out of the shed. Inside the building it was tall enough to stand up, but when the back end of the truck was even with the doorway there was but 4 inches of clearance.

I remember something gently pushing my head down and turn it slightly to the side. It was like the feeling of being cupped between two big hands.

Suddenly I was watching all of this happen in two places at the same time and all of it in slow motion. I was above me looking at the horrified expression on John's face and I remember feeling sorry for him. The look on his face said a thousand words all at once. He was going to watch me die and he was going to be the cause.

My other view was watching the spikes tearing out of the beams they were nailed to and this horrible screeching sound they made. I remember wondering where the pain was that should accompany my head being crushed between the truck box and the doorheader.

It never did hurt. Instead of crushing my head it ripped the 12'x 12" header out of the front of the building and it fell crashing to the ground. I watched John's expression change to hope and heard him ask if I was alright and then my dual vision ceased.

My father jumped out of the truck and ran to the back to see my head hanging limply over the back of the truck. I was still waiting for pain to start and figured if I did not move it might not hurt.

My grandmother came screaming out of the house as she witnessed the whole thing from her kitchen window. There was a lot of panic until I decided it was not going to hurt decided to respond to their frantic questioning.

The only injury I recieved was a small cut on my lip. You would have to see the way this building was constructed to appreciate what kind of intervention had to have taken place in order to save my skull from being crushed. The main I remember was the gentle hands around my head.

This and many other incidents some more amazing have been a witness to me that we are often protected by forces we cannot see. Usually you will find if these kind of events occur in your life that someone who cares about you is on their knees before God praying for your protection.