Not me, my dad.

This happened over 50 years ago - just shortly after my family immigrated to Canada. It was our first winter here and my dad was not used to driving in the snow yet. We were coming home from visiting friends (my siblings and I were babies and we were asleep in the back seat - only my parents were awake). Suddenly the car hit a patch of black ice. My dad says he panicked because the car was spinning out of control and he could see a big truck coming towards us with no time to stop or slow down. Then one second we were in the opposite lane about to be hit by the truck and then my dad said he felt suddenly at peace and the car was somehow stopped on the shoulder of our correct lane. My parents who are religious stopped and prayed before moving on. After that my parents always said a little prayer when we passed that spot. I'm sure there is a rational explanation (likely his frantic steering somehow fixed things) but my parents firmly believe it was something more than co incidence.