My Daughter witnessed a miracle bestowed on me. As my story goes: I was at a park overlooking a cliff, speaking enthusiasticly about Jesus to this person, when suddenly I fell off the edge of this cliff and tumbled downward about 40 ft hands and arms outsretched. I managed slowly to climb back up. My Daughter was there at the summit and noticed the skin on my hands was peeling off with traces of blood appearing. We quickly went to the car in order to get home to a first kit. As I was getting in, to my (amazing grace), I showed my daughter my hands again, and this time they appeared healed; nicely smooth and perfectly cleaned. My immediate after thought was to proclaim that witnessing/discussing Jesus withvothers can lead to a revelation of an apparent miracle (and doubly magnified by my Dau witnessing it all.
