my freshman year, my moron friends and i went hiking outside of boulder. we went up there pretty much to get high. we were on the trail, then decided we wanted some place private to smoke, so we went off the trail. we got so ripped we ended up becoming disoriented and once we got back to the trail went the wrong way. instead of walking back to the car, we ended up walking to some random spot. the trail emptied out on a random dirt road and we had no idea where we were. not only that, it was dusk and getting dark fast. naturally, we went the wrong way on the road and ended up in a neighborhood of meth shacks, so we turned around and went the other way. after a few hours on the road we came across random house. this random house had a light on and looked inviting, so we stopped in and asked for help. we were by a reservoir and it ended up being the dam keepers house. not only was he there, but he was amazingly nice and gave us a ride back to the car. my optimistic friends have described before as a minor miracle. i consider dumb luck, nonetheless.... focus have you ever experienced something so extraordinary that it seemed like it a miracle.