Thank Him indeed, Louie....it's like the stories of tornados ripping apart a house, finding an infant from it far away, cradled safely in the limbs of a tree.
In my case, God kept me in the vortex of the whirlpool, safe in my small cocoon while all the crashing and smashing of steel transpired right next to me.
I am blessed - and know that full well.
Miracles do happen....you received one. : )