I credit Q with getting me to say the prayer for the armor of God as the reason why I walked away with scratches from being attacked from behind with a crowbar. I only kicked to disarm, and then restrained by the wrists until the police arrived. I had enough markings that the police pressed charges.

I'd take prayer over a weapon any day, wouldn't have said that before that experience. The only way I die is by God's will, and I'm at peace with that.