Miracle  as it seems, is an extraordinary or supernatural event in the physical world, manifesting divine intervention in human life and it attributed to a divine  agency 


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Miracles happens every blessed day to different people and families all over the world. It depends on  what, we think and accept as a miracle individually. Miracle comes in different ways and different moments 

I have witnessed several Miracles, like the lame walking, the dead coming back to life e.t.c but I want to share this particular one, it practically happened to me. I was in my first year in school Yaba college of technology ( YABATECH), Yaba, Lagos. It was one hot afternoon after class. I got a call from my uncle that he was at the school gate waiting for me. I was happy, I got dressed, locked my room, left my hostel to meet him. 

The year, 2013/2014, Yabatech had numerous cultist violence activities like fighting, shooting and disrupting school events. 

On that faithful day, I got to the school gate, met with my uncle. He insisted I take him around the school, probably we get a nice place to sit and talk, on getting to Business admin. Building. A man came down from a black tinted car and pointed a gun toward where I was standing and he shot twice then drove off, Hmmmm! I went down, the environment  scattered, people running helter-skelter for their lives. My uncle pulled me up and we ran. I thought I was  going to die. 
There was blood on my cloth, but it was just a flesh wounds. But someone else was killed that very day, he was the person standing some yards behind me. 


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I  was taken to the school clinic to get treated, and the school securities and the Police came around to get my statement. After enough investigation on the case. The man behind the shooting was caught, and he confessed his crime. In his confession, he said I wasn't the target but the person behind me. 

*The miraculous event was that the bullet went through my shirt, gave me a flesh wound on my arm and killed the person behind me. If I hadn't moved a bit, I could've been dead that very day.*

I keep giving thanks to Almighty God for safety that very day, because the entire school thought I was a cultist and gone for good, but here I am today!.

Things in human life happens for a reason.  

# Thanks for going through this post. I wished you felt my life experience.  All thanks to @ecoTrain community for this wonderful topic. It really made me remember this awesome experience.