Well i dont actually believe in a god, but i call it divine intervention. My story goes that i have this jacuzzi in my backyard, and this jacuzzi was my designed smoking area for a long time. One night, i roll up a J, stick it in my maglite (great place for j's, waterproof, airtight, crushproof) and quietly exit my house to blaze in my hot tub. So pull out the j, put it in my mouth and grab my bic. I spark the bic a few times but no light. I spark the bic over and over but nothing. I shake it, and theres fluid but no light. So as i get up to sneak back into my house for another lighter, the j falls into the jacuzzi. I manage to save the bud but now i think, well im really fucked. Little did i know that my dad locked the back door without seeing me in the hot tub. So i politely knock on my sisters window for her to let me in, knowing if i was high i wouldve been caught. I see it as the universe telling me not to smoke, maybe not actual divine intervention, but i found it interesting to think about the next day. Anyways, feel free to post any wierd stories you have like mine.