OK, here's the story: I went out hiking, feeling fine, got home, and bam, flu bug. I spent the next 36 hours in bed. Now, this wouldn't have been a major problem apart from the fact that I had 3 x Chinese students (I'm a teacher) arriving in two days time. It was too late to cancel anything. By the time I realised that I totally felt like death, they were already in transit. This could have turned out to be one of my greatest disasters! Now I know this wasn't a life-changing event, but I, in my sniffly, achey, coughing state, prayed. Please Lord deliver me from this virus. (I also know that a lot of people say the same thing when they are sick with the rotten flu!!). However, I woke after my 36 hour coma.....and felt fine? It was the day they were arriving. I was cautious. After all, in my experience, you 'die' for 36 hours and then spend the next couple of weeks recovering. But no. I could breathe? I could walk about? I wasn't blowing my nose? I wasn't even coughing? I proceeded to make their beds and prepare their room, and make a dinner for all of us. When they arrived, at around dinner time, I was still wide awake. And I still am! Either I'm a medical miracle, or God stepped in to give a helping hand (when I really didn't expect it because I wasn't dangerously ill or anything close to it, I just had the flu). This is one of the strangest things that has happened to me. All I know, is, that when I prayed it was sincere and specific. That's it.