Here's one of my miracles. (I think I was 18?) Max and Dale were from a Protestant family. Their Parents were so upset.. they had to adopt afterwards.
My two good friends Max and Dale killed
in the late 80's I was with a friend when 2 of my buddies crashed their car and I told a few people (maybe even them) I saw them killed in a dream a few days earlier (hitting a damn dog) (laughed it off) and with a friend declined their offer to go hang so I can get my HS GED so I can get to X-ray School. When I get back to the location, meet time with those two friends, 10pm, I was 1 min too late and then I knew where they were going so headed off .. and there was a horrific accident.. I gallked at the accident nearly side to side with it and not knowing who that was with my bud tom, and then a strange car pulled up and said hey you those are your friends!! Me and my friend tom were suppose to be in that car. I said tom we would be dead if showed up 60 seconds earlier. He freaked out and said not our time. I'm guessing the guy who announced they were my buds was a guardian angel ,too. Was creepy. They drive. Max and Dale burried at Rose hills... I swear that's all true. Tom later said there your dead dog.. was a rainy night. Story was a street race at 110mph. It was so horrible the engine flew out,, 30 feet of wall missing and Max got ejected. The entire mustang exploded into just a unrecognizable mess. Max and Dale were big trouble makers. But fun to hang out with.. So were their other buds nearly went to jail with them for some stupid stuff.. I got tom out of the mess (alibi), but the other two had charges.