A Helping Hand

All my life I've been interested in the supernatural or the unexplained and, as a schoolboy of about 15 years old, I started to visit a Spiritualist Church with a friend. My older brother who was physically disabled due to an operation to remove a cancerous tumor from his spine when he was two, was even more passionate than me and decided to accompany us one Sunday night. Like most 15 year olds, I scoffed at certain activities and laughed at the antics of some people who were in so called "trances". On this occasion, during a healing session, a friend of mine went into a trance for the first time and I found it amusing. With his eyes closed he made a beeline for my brother. " An easy target!" I thought seeing as my brother with his paralyzed legs, etc, showed all the signs of needing a healing. However, this bozo ignored my brother's legs and laid his hands on his face telling him he saw him in a horrific crash and that his face was badly injured. My brother told him that he was probably seeing his friend Richard, who had been killed the week before in a smash. Richard had similar disabilities to my brother. Anyway, to cut a long story short, about a week later, we had a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It was the police to tell us that David had been in a terrible accident. Driving home in the rain, his three-wheeled car had gone out of control, water had filled a hole in the road, and, not knowing it was there, David's front-wheel fell in the hole, sending his car flying into a bus stand. As he wore metal calipers on both legs, his body did not go flying through the window.....but his face did. He tore it on the way out and again as he came back in. No one could get in the doors to help him as he slumped back choking on his blood. It was then that he felt a hand push him forward......and he's no idea how his seat belt came undone either. He was told he would be badly marked for life as his eyelids and lips were all ripped off and he really did look frightening. However, after several faith-healing sessions, it was decided that his wounds had healed so well that even plastic surgery was not necessary.This all happened in Scotland which is where I used to live and, when I get time, I'll tell you about some of my out of body experiences.