When I was 4 years old I jumped out of a (wooden) boat into the middle of Lake Pleasant. My head barely went under water when my foot touched a rock and I pushed myself back to the surface. I remember the whole event as clear as if it were yesterday. The only troubling thing about the whole story is that we were in 40 ft of water out there and there are no rocks anywhere near the surface in that area.
I'm not a religous man at all but I know there have been a number of events in my life that the only explaination comes down to divine intervention. I don't belive in the Christian god, the Jewish god or any other God. I do however believe in something bigger than me. It's more difficult for me to believe in some sort of cosmic accident that creates such an organization of cells as to create a thinking living being than to believe that the universe is some sort of intelligent design at work.