I saw the oddest story on the news tonight.
A young lady from Quincy, IL was in a very bad car accident. The fire department was having a hard time extricating her, and they told her so. She asked them to pray with her. A priest came from out of nowhere, walked up to the car, and prayed with them. No one saw him arrive or leave. There were no pictures of him from the scene. After he left, they were finally able to get her out of the car. The cops said that everyone was being kept back from the accident, and they don't know how the priest got through.
The lady has had a couple of surgeries, and is still in the hospital. I saw the fire chief who was on the scene. He said it was the most horrific accident he had seen anyone survive.
I even found a link for the story.
http://www.kwqc.com/story/23082611/priest-comes-out-of-nowhere-to-aid-accident-victim
Ilsa
(62,251 posts)A friend's husband had an experience like this. They were fighting and had separated. He went to buy a camper for his truck to live in. He met a salesman, visited for awhile about campers. They ended up discussing his predicament. By the time they were done, he decided to try a reconciliation. Later, he went back to thank him, and no one knew who he had spoken to; no one meeting that description worked there.
Cleita
(75,480 posts)About forty years ago, I was wakened at 4 in the morning by a gray haired old woman knocking at the door who told me my bedroom was on fire. We were going through a heat wave and I had left my husband in the bed and fell asleep on the couch in the living room because it was cooler there. I ran into the bedroom and woke my husband up. The mattress side where I would have been sleeping was glowing red hot, smoldering. I called the fire department and we dragged the mattress outside. The firemen arrived and put the fire out, made all the other tenants in the apartment building evacuate, and chopped the mattress to pieces. In the meantime the old woman had disappeared. All the neighbors were awake by then because of the noise and commotion. When I tried to find the old woman to thank her, she wasn't anywhere. I questioned the neighbors and no one knew her. It's like she was a dream.
I really believe that it was angelic intervention. Evidently the mattress had lit on fire from the heat through a window pane during the day and smoldered. We didn't notice it when we went to bed, other than the fact it was hot. But the whole place was hot because of the heat wave. No doubt I was really hot because the fire was smoldering on my side of the bed. For days I questioned everyone who was there and who lived on my block about the old woman because I wanted to thank her. No one knew her or that there were any old people on the block. Most of us were younger, working class in the neighborhood. My husband decided she was an angel or one of his dead grandmothers.
libodem
(19,288 posts)Raise the chill bumps on my arms. Wooo-ooo-ooo. (cue spooky music)
DeSwiss
(27,137 posts)Mnemosyne
(21,363 posts)murielm99
(31,465 posts)NJCher
(37,996 posts)When I read the story, I was struck by how similar it was to this one, which was covered by Dateline. If you go to the link to watch it, click "Trapped."
http://www.nbcnews.com/id/3032600/#52346714
In this one a crew of around a dozen men (I'm going on memory here, and it's been a while) with just the right equipment show up at a moment where they are flummoxed about how they will get this family out of their vehicle.
Cleita, what a story!
Re the OP's story, while the picture doesn't look like it, George Noury told the story on a recent show and said he'd heard that the priest looked like Walter Matthau!
Cher
Myrina
(12,296 posts)murielm99
(31,465 posts)I have looked every day to see if he was found. It was his option not to come forward, but it is good that he did. The church investigates things like this carefully, to be sure that mass delusions and legends are not cropping up where they should not be.
I still think, that while not a miracle, the priest's presence and prayers were divine assistance and intervention. I liked his modesty, too.