Delivered from a Gastly Accident Without a Scratch


On the 31st of October 2020, I was on my way to church. I boarded a bus at 3rd Junction, heading toward St. Saviour Road. It was a normal day—nothing unusual, nothing that suggested danger was ahead.

But along St. Saviour Road, something unexpected happened.

Without warning, the bus suddenly developed a mechanical problem. In the next split second, the tire pulled out completely while the vehicle was still in motion. The entire bus lurched violently, and panic erupted everywhere. People were shouting “Jesus!” from every corner of the bus. Fear filled the air.

But strangely—I wasn’t afraid. Not even a little.

The part of the vehicle that should have been most damaged, and where injury should have been unavoidable, was my side. Yet God—in His mercy—shielded me completely.

The bus shook, passengers screamed, the tire rolled away, and danger swirled around us…

But not a single scratch touched me.

When the vehicle finally stopped and everyone staggered out in fear and shock, I stepped out calmly, untouched, protected, preserved by the mercy of God.

Indeed,

“The Lord is my shield… my deliverer.”

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