When I was 4 years old my Mom had this dreadful reoccuring premonition that a kid in the neighborhood was going to get run over very soon. My dad was about to leave on a long company trip and she was very distraught about this and asked him to give each of us a blessing before he left. We're LDS so he gave us each Priesthood blessings and after that the dread she was feeling lifted and my Dad left on his trip. A few days later I was playing with my little brother Mark on our "Big Wheels." Mom was watching us but she stepped in the house for a moment to change a load of laundry. A man was backing out of the driveway at our neighbors house and asked us to move. I grabbed my Big Wheel and said to my brother, "come on Marky" and went to the curb. I turned around just in time to see the back tire of the truck finish rolling over my brothers shoulder. He lay there motionless for what seemed like a long time. Then - just like a baloon filling up - he took a huge breath and screamed so loud that people came out of their houses all up our street. I fainted, and when I woke back up I saw ambulances going up the hill. The doctors couldn't find a scratch on him. His jacket had the tire mark going right over his chest and up over his shoulder, and the man who ran over him was almost in worse shape than my Mom. She was consoling HIM because he was so distraught. The doctors released him from the hospital the next day. He celebrated his 2 year birthday that same week. I believe parents receive inspiration concerning their kids if they're living right.