I grew up in the Northeastern part of the United States. I have had unusual things happen all my 48 years of life. I never know when an experience will happen, when it does, it is always a positive one. This is one of the experiences I have had. I was nine years old and was playing with a neighborhood friend Frankie. We were playing in the woods behind my house, trampling through branches and really having fun. My father had put up a wire fence along our back yard because he was afraid that one of us would fall down the steep hill in back of our house. I decided to walk along the outside of the wire fence, grabbing onto the fence. All of a sudden I lost my balance and fell down. I used a hanging branch to pull myself up. Not being aware of all the broken branches & debris above my head, as I stood up quickly a broken branch went right into the top of my head! The look on Frankie's face was that of complete horror! I felt the stick go into my head, and it was very stiff. It swung me a little and then the branch broke off, leaving a 5" piece of branch sticking out of the top of my head! I put my hand on top of my head and felt the stick protruding out of my head! I was so terrified and scared. I don't know what possessed me to grab the stick and pull with all my might straight up and out of my head! I looked at the stick for about 1 second, there was blood about 1" on the end, then I immediately threw the stick as far away from me as possibly. We ran as fast as we could to my friend Frankie's house. I was in shock, Frankie was terrified and tried to explain to his Mother that a stick went into my head! She looked horrified, and checked my head. There was no sign of anything going into my head, not even a scratch! I felt my head, and my friend Frankie pointed to where it was sticking out, there was nothing! We both looked at each other with total amazement. We tried to find the stick, but could not, there was too much leaves and branches all over the place, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Although we went on with our playing as usual, we never spoke of what happened again. I looked back years later and wondered why we didn't make a big deal about it. We both witnessed a miracle! Why didn't we shout it out to all the neighbors? I don't know.
This absolutely happened exactly as I described, no embellishment, just the plain truth as I experienced it. I can remember that event as if it were yesterday. I am in the process of trying to find my old neighborhood friend Frankie, just to see if he remembers that experience.