I guess it depends on one's definition of the word miracle. To me a miracle is something that, beyond all odds and reality, and nature and physics, etc., could not have possibly happened. I had one happen to me:
It was our first ever night out alone in an 18 wheeler about eight years ago. I was driving team with my cousin. I was travelling on very busy Interstate 40 (I-40) east out of Nashville, TN. I decided to pull over on an on-ramp to check our route. The on-ramp was a slight upgrade. Due to my inexperience, I did not set the air brakes, but instead placed my foot on the brake. I must've did it lightly because, as we were looking at the map, my cousin blurted out, Hey! We're moving backwards!"
We were perpendicular to the interstate! The truck and trailer had rolled backwards and curved where the trailer lay across three lanes of highway! I jammed it into gear in a panic and pulled onto the shoulder. With my heart beating a mile a minute, I looked out the window, sweat beginning to bead on my brow, and the eastbound lanes were completely devoid of cars or trucks! This was impossible in this city at this time of evening! It was maybe 10-20 seconds later that traffic seemed to flow in it's usual busy pattern.
Now, how, at 7 pm, on this very busy piece on Interstate highway not one single car or truck was coming or slammed into us, possibly killing one or more people, is beyond me and why did the truck not jack-knife the other way and put us in a ditch or something, I can only chalk it up to a "miracle". I am not religious, but something occuring like this makes me wonder if something, beyond our three-dimensional understanding of nature, had not just occured. To me some thing or some one or whatever must have intervened to stop the flow of traffic. Maybe it really was a coincidence of timing or I had really entered the "Twilight Zone" for a brief period. I don't know. But no traffic at all? At this time and place? Virtually impossible.
Call it a coincidence if you wish but, personally, I do not believe in coincidences. To me this was a "miracle" in the truest sense of the word for, had a car, or bus, or whatever slammed into us that early evening, I may just be writing this from a jail cell somewhere in Tennessee convicted on involuntary manslaughter or something!
Maybe, just maybe afterall, there is a plan for all of us in this life. I do not know. But it sure makes me think.