No, I didn't. God did.
A girl I knew in school was overdosing and having a bad reaction between some drug we didn't know of in her system, and lots of hard liquor. She was hallucinating, and combative. When she tried to walk into traffic I had grabbed her arm to pull her back into the parking lot where her boyfriends car was. She'd just stepped away from that car and into oncoming cars in a small road between parking lots. She swung her arm, picked me up off my feet and threw me over the hood of his car.
Drugs can make a person really strong. Thankfully cars dodged her, while her boyfriend picked her up around the waist and walked her to safety.
Long story short, God calmed her down when we got her to the house of our best friend. Her dad was a major with the local state police and she in no way wanted the friends parents to call him, but they did.
She was totally calmed down and nearly asleep shortly after we got to the house. When her dad arrived she wasn't freaking out like she was at the thought of his being telephoned.
She made a full recovery from what I heard but we never saw her again .
God did it.
My husbands oldest sister was healed through prayer. Again, God did it. God heals. We're just the conduit or vessel, imo.