When I was a young man, I had nothing better to do than cause problems for others. I even undertook a brief career as an armed robber, a sojourn which ended in a shoot-out with police in Santa Cruz, California. There we we, squared off, and we were 18 feet apart (measurement for the trial). The cop was firing a .357 Magnum, while I had a .45 semi-auto. We were both qualified with our weapons. In court, the cop stated that he was aiming at my upper torso. I was aiming in a similar mode. We were both seriously attempting to take the other one down. I fired six aimed rounds at the cop. He fired five rounds at me. Guess what? Not one of those eleven bullets touched either one of us. If anyone wants to claim that this was blind luck, think again; you do not win the lottery eleven times in a row. Later that night, after I had been booked into the county jail, the cop and I shared a cigarette and talked briefly. We were both stunned at what had happened. Our mutual conclusion was simple: God had said "NO!"
For anyone who craves to challenge the credibility of this story, I think this was in 1959-1960 and it hit the Santa Cruz newspaper (quiet retirement town where excitement never happens). And for those who deny God could/would do that -- open your eyes so you might see.