Miracle in the middle of the street

I looked up from preparing supper out my open door, wondering why on earth there were so many people congregating the middle of the main road.
"Hey, I think something's wrong!" I called to one of my housemates. I could already see two other members of our team jogging over to join the group, so I sprinted out into the warm evening air - and my stomach almost flipped at what I saw. A man lay sprawled awkwardly in the middle of the street next to a motorbike, a puddle of blood around his head, his mouth slightly open and his eyes shut. "I think he's dead," my team mate Dan (names changed) said as I came up to him. "I think so too," I replied. "It looks like his neck is broken." From what we could pick up from the other people, they agreed with us.
Another team mate, Brianna, bent over the man to check his pulse. "I think...I think maybe he's still alive...I can hardly feel a pulse though..." she called. The accident victim didn't stir as she touched him, and individually we three started to pray: "Lord, return this man's spirit to him! Lord, please don't let this man die."
Brianna reached out and touched the man again - and he twitched, and opened one eye. Then he began to close it again. "God, please no!" And this time, the man twitched again, lifted his head and tried to sit up! A collective gasp went around the circle of onlookers.
"Someone tell him to stay down," Brianna instructed. "Lynette, go get my first aid kit." She treated his wounds, sticky with blood, while I tried to sort through what had happened! Silently I praised God for returning life to the man... He had answered our prayers with an amazing miracle! Truly, there is power in prayer!