The story you are about to read is true. It happened to us, well, to our youngest child, our two year old son. My name is Mike Wright. I have a wonderful wife and six fabulous children. Four boys and two girls. Their ages at the time, were fourteen down to two. And let me state for the record, Miracles are real. It was fall of 1999, and late in November. The temperatures outside were normal for that time of year. Our wood stove had been going since Halloween, and I was down stairs working on the coal stove. The fire brick was broken and needed to be replaced. It was a custom made stove that I had bought a few years earlier, second hand, and I could not find any premade brick to fit inside. I ordered a dry mix of castable refractory, in order to make my own. It was early Sunday morning, and my wife Janet, took our two girls, Amanda and Jenn, on a scouting fundraiser being held, at our local Shoprite. If I remember correctly, it was a bake sale, to raise money for Christmas presents for those in the community in need. I was home with the four boys. Chris, Zach, Jonny, and Ben. The girls left before breakfast, so I made Jelly pancakes for the boys and myself. After breakfast, I told them I would be downstairs working on the stove. The friday night before, I had made forms, and mixed the refractory, and made the bricks. They were good and dry now, and ready to be installed. I had all but one brick in, and the last one would not fit. I went to the garage and got my grinder. The boys were all sitting on the couch watching tv and getting along. Getting along was unusual lol. I squeezed the trigger on the grinder, and started to grind the brick. Within a second, it made a big blast of white dust and I immediately stopped. I opened the door to upstairs and the door to outback to let the dust get suck out. I again started the grinder. This time the three oldest boys were at my side in a flash. They liked when stuff was going on. I stopped and sent them right upstairs. This dust is poison I said and you can't breathe it. Is has silica, and that is very bad for our lungs. Especially you guys, I said. They ran back up and began to watch tv again. I continued grinding until the last brick was just snug. I tried to get it in, but it was just a hair tight. I thought, I know, I'll tap it in with a hammer. I remembered seeing the hammer upstairs on the tv. I had used it to make the forms on friday, and the kids helped. I went up, and as soon as I got off the landing, I glance at the couch, and only the three boys were there. Where is your brother Ben I asked. We thought he was with you they replied. I called his name loudly. No response. Benjamin, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Nothing. My heart sunk. A few day before, the older ones came home from the pond with two huge carp they had caught. They asked if the could put them in the pool. The pool I had gotten from a neighbor and set up this past summer. It was old, but it made the season. I did not have a cover, or the money to but one. After all it was gonna come down anyway. It was shot. I told them sure, go ahead. They put the carp in the pool and we fed them dough balls. A bear or a coon, came one night and tried to get them. His claw ripped the lining at about the three foot level. So the water was about two and a half feet deep. I screamed again, Benjamin, as I headed back down the stairs in a panic. The boys right on my heels. Zach said he heard a moan from out back. No one else heard it. But then I knew. When the boys had first come downstairs, Ben must have walked straight out the door and down back to the pool to see the fish. That was almost thirty minutes ago. I dashed out the back door and ran down into the lower part of the yard where the pool was. I saw his body as I got closer. He was in the water on his back. I jumped the edge in a leap, and into the icy water I went. He was on his back, stiff, with his tiny hands clenched tight into fists. He was blue, even whitish frosty like on a tv show. I grabbed him and put him on his stomach on the decking. I climbed out and ripped my shirt off and ripped his clothes off and held him on my bare skin. I rushed into the house and Chris got me a blanket. I wrapped it around us both and held him. He was still, stiff, and made no sound at all. He was breathing very very shallow and slow. Having no other car, I ran across the street holding him tight to me in the blanket and kicked the neighbors door. My neighbor came out, and then rushed us to the hospital in the next town. They took him right in and put him in warming blankets. His internal temperature was 86 degrees. He was still blue and stiff. They slowly warmed him up. After what felt like a lifetime, it was about thirty more minutes, his color went to deep purple and then slowly to pink. My neighbor had left and went to shoprite and informed my wife. Her and the girls came in just when he began to cry. And he cried louder and louder. And so did I. A little while later, My neighbor was back with my sons. We all waited. He was crying and that was a good sign. Janet and I were in the ER room with him. Soon he was calm and talking. They let all the kids in with us. He was now talking and jumping around like nothing ever happened. The doctor said he was a very lucky little boy. And told him he was proud that he thought to float on his back which kept him from drowning. Ben looked up at the Doctor and said, the Angels were holding me up. One of the nurses gasped and held her face. Tears flowed. I think even the Doctor was stunned. Benjamin was fine. Today he is twenty years old and works in the carpenters union with myself and two of his brothers. Our entire family, two nurses, and the Doctor, and our neighbor, are here to testify to this. No one will ever tell me that miracles are not real. God bless you all, and please share your miracles with others. I would just like to add that even though my New Years Day Miracle story was fictional, this one is not. I believe in miracles, they have happened in our family. More than once.