My mother was driving my `51 Dodge [with my 4 year-old sister in the back seat] crossing an intersection when an Oldsmobile doing 60 hit it. The Dodge jumped up into the air, spun around a couple of times and landed back in the same spot facing the same direction. No seatbelts in those days- Not a scratch on anyone, not even a dent in the Dodge. “What happened?” I asked my mother. She just smiled and said nothing.
Faith to move mountains, or at least a ‘51 Dodge.