Yes, there were three occasions. The one below was one of them.
At age three, I was leaning out a 5th floor apartment window trying to get a better view of the distant elevated subway train as it clattered by. Below me was the 5th Avenue, NYC Manhattan sidewalk pavement. Well, as the elevated train passed by again, I carelessly leaned out too far, and found myself gradually sliding out the window head-first.
Frantically, I tried to prevent it by flailing my little legs, but the slow sliding continued. Soon, my head was aiming straight down as my belly scraped against windowsill and my legs were finally tilted upwards. Unfortunately, even though I desperately wanted to scream for help to the adults in that small room who seemed strangely oblivious to my plight, I found myself voiceless from fear. Why couldn't they see me? All I was hearing from a few feet away was their enthusiastic conversation about other things.
Then, just as I had finally lost all hope, and was waiting for the plunge and that horrible impact, I suddenly, felt my lower body gradually and seemingly magically tilting me back up. Well, once safely back inside, I slumped on the floor with my back to that terrible window in shock. I sat in silence gazing at the adults in that small room who still seemed totally unaware of what had just happened. After all, there they all had been, just few feet away still enthusiastically engaged in their conversations with a perfectly clear view of the window, yet still seemingly totally oblivious to the potential tragedy that had just almost occurred right under their noses.
In any case, I have always attributed that very narrow escape from what seemed to be certain death to a divine intervention. Why when others are permitted to die? Only God knows.
