I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mechanism sprang open, locking onto a stump allowing me to pull myself free from certain death in that wild rushing chocolate brown Potomac river.
Blessed to have survived a heavy weapon-laden military aircraft engine loss and fell five hundred feet before regaining our altitude, a truly horrific experience.
Blessed to have a bullet aimed at me pass through an open passenger window of a car, passed right in front of my nose, and smashed the driver's side window instead of passing through my head.
After being wrongly accused and facing twenty years in prison I was blessed by a man who saved me from committing suicide, and all charges were dropped.
After all of this and that, there must be a good reason for me still remaining among the living, for I am blessed and highly favored.