Ok, one that is debatable but still.
When my mum was little she got swept out to sea, in the middle of the ocean, a fisherman just happened to be there and rescued her.
My mum was on holiday with her parents in a small fishing town where everyone knew each other- when my Grandad rushed out to find the man, thank him and take his family out to dinner, noone knew him- this was a small local fisher town.
Now when we talk about it, my mum realises it doesn't add up- how could they not know who the man was, why was he there at the exact time of her need, and in fact she was drowning at a depth- how did he manage to go down and pull her out?
It just makes me wonder as I am the only Christian in my family.