The plane caught fire like a torch. “I was still conscious,” said the pilot, “and I tried to get through the little window next to my seat. Flames licked at my back and legs. I got halfway through, but the chute on my back wedged me in. I had to go back into the fire and try to get it off. But I couldn’t. My fingers were numb. The last thing I remember was shouting, ‘Please help me, God!’ And the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, with the doctor bending over me. Nobody knows yet how I got out of that window.” He hesitated for a moment, and then added, “My theory, of course, is that the Lord pulled a fast one.”
–Reader’s Digest
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