While passing a historical street, for some reason a huge sand stone wall fell down on the street.The van was totally covered with the huge sandstone pieces.
I use to live in the same street where the incident happened. When i heard the weird noise i ran outside to see what happened. People was out their stores guessing if any car was passing when some people said they think they saw a car passing at the moment of the incident. I had no clue that my brother and sister were there.
It was night time, Firefighters and Red Cross were trying to find if anyone was there. When they heard the voice of my brother asking for help.
What happened was the four van tires were broken and widely opened and the van bottom landed on the ground, the top of the van was smashed reaching the bottom, except where my brother and sister were sitting. Over my sister head the top almost reached her head and her head was laying down on the seat while she was on her knees (Like in some rare occasions, not having the seat belts on also helped to save them ) my brother was still sitting in place and squished little bit down, if there was a seat between them and someone on it they would be crashed. My brother was barely able to reach my sisters hand and hold it (i can't remember without crying) My sister wasn't able to breathe from the dust of the sandstone the red cross guys passed the oxygen to her while the firefighters used a disk saw to cut the top of the van. My brother came out, people told me later, with the rosary in one hand and cleaning his pockets from the broken glasses with his other hand. I was shocked knowing that the people i was praying for them to be safe were my sister and brother. I can't believe seeing them walking toward me safe with no scratch and no bruise . We all went home and came back with our parents to church to pray and thank God for the miracle.