In Sunday school， the minister was trying to illustrate the word miracle. “Boys and girls，” he said， “suppose I stood on the roof of a ten-story building， lost my balance and fell off. Then all of a sudden in midair， a whirlwind swept me up and brought me safely to the ground. Now what word would you use to describe this？”
After a long silence a boy raised his hand and said， “Luck？”
“True， ture，” replied the minister. “It could be luck - but that's not the word I wanted. I'll repeat the story. There I am on top of the ten-story building again， and I fall. A whirlwind catches me in midair and places me safely on the ground. Think now - what word would decribe the situation？”
“Accident，” cried out one girl.
“No， no，” answered the minister. “Listen carefully for the third time. I'm on the same building； I fall and am swept to safety by a sudden whirlwind. What word could account for my safely reaching the ground？”
The boys and girls shouted in unison：“Practice！”