It was supposed to be the adventure of a lifetime.
The sky was clear, the wind perfect — a day made for flying. As he soared high above the mountains, the man felt completely free, his paraglider gliding smoothly across the horizon. But within seconds, everything changed.
A sudden gust of wind twisted his canopy, sending him spiraling out of control.
The cords tangled, the paraglider collapsed — and he began plummeting toward the rocky ground below. His screams echoed through the valley as he fought to regain control, but nothing worked. All he could do was pray.
“God, please save me!” he cried.
And then… something miraculous happened.
Just before impact, his chute partially opened — slowing his fall enough to crash onto a steep slope rather than the jagged rocks beneath. He tumbled hard, rolling down the hill — battered, bruised, but alive.
When rescuers arrived, they couldn’t believe what they saw. His paraglider was shredded. The fall should have been fatal. Yet somehow, he survived.
Shaking, with tears streaming down his face, he said,
“It wasn’t luck. It was God. He caught me before the ground did.”