At the age of 15 years old, I was riding my four-wheeler. I tried to climb a hill with my four wheeler by myself, risky since no one was there if I had wrecked it.

As I got to the top of the hill, my front tire came upon a rock in the trail. My four-wheeler began to flip back, and I had already felt the point of feeling helpless at gaining control as the front end was pointing toward the sky. At that point, I knew I was in trouble, and then, in that instant, I felt a hand catch me and drove me forward with so much force I thought that I was going to go over the front of the four-wheeler as it hit the ground. From that day forward, I vowed to never try to climb that hill again. I am now 28 years old and a preacher for Christ. Thank God for that unseen hand that watches over us each day.ÄTony

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