When I was a kid I went to a summer “camp” for gifted children with a friend. We had a computer class that basically devolved into everyone playing Sim City 2000. One day I noticed a dead wasp next to my station. For some reason, I decided to blow it away. I didn’t like wasps. I had been stung before.
It slid away from me and a second later I thought I saw it move. I didn’t believe it. The damn thing buzzed for a second and flipped over. It took a few steps, buzzed again, and flew to the other side of the room to harass some kid.
Now I know that could have just pushed air through it’s body to bring it back to life, but I still felt like Jesus. Remember this if I ever need evidence that I performed a miracle.