This reminds me of something that happened when I was a kid. My dad was a Methodist minister, and the parsonage we were living in at the time had a side porch with a fiberglass roof. My parents owned one of those pop-top type campers, which they parked in the side yard. One summer day, we were away from home when a thunderstorm blew through. We drove up to see the entire side yard full of maple branches; the blustery winds of the storm had caused one of the huge maples in the yard to shed some large branches. There was maybe an 8-foot space between the porch and the camper, and that's where these branches had landed. Each of the branches could have made a fair-sized tree by itself; had they gone just a few feet to either side, something would have been smashed. There was one little green stripe on one wing of the camper where a leaf or twig had brushed it, that was all. One of our neighbors, a Catholic, came over to survey the damage. He looked at the porch, at the camper, at the huge branches lying there, and said, "I think I'm going to become a Methodist."
