 On September 11, 2001, as the building around me was raised up and dropped like a rock, as glass and debris were flying and a fireball had engulfed us, I felt the hand of God preserving me. As I walked in smoke and darkness, lost in a hallway I'd traveled hundreds of times, I felt the hand of God leading me. As I counted myself as dead, I saw the hand of God deliver me from death. The only difference between my story and your story of deliverance is that God directly revealed His presence to me.