So, in my own life of faith, I choose to believe that God did answer my mother’s prayers. Of all my injuries and what could have happened in the crash, the main injury was indeed that my leg was broken. I believe that on some deep unconscious level, the real me was influenced by my mother’s love to fall asleep and wake up at precisely the right moment. Of course, there is no way I can prove this. But I have heard of others being involved in accidents that led them eventually to freedom.
With so many people involved in cults and religion, coincidences wil occur. Same for praying: pray often enough and something is bound to match up at one time or another.
