"My friends and I went tent camping during early fall. We went to set up the tent under a tree, but I knew there was like a 100% chance for weather, so once I noticed where we were, it started nagging at the back of my head. Before we went to bed, I suggested we move the tent, and they all begrudgingly agreed. We moved it maybe a foot or two backwards away from the tree, then hit the sack. Suddenly, we were awoken by an absolutely wicked thunderstorm. Scrambling, we got up to get everything packed in the pouring rain before the tent fell (we weren’t very good at setting it up, so it wasn’t the MOST stable). But something stopped the first one to get out. Her voice was total shock and drained fear. 'Oh my God. Guys, look!'
A gargantuan branch had fallen not a foot in front of the tent in the direction we moved it away from. It took all of us to hoist it away so we could all comfortably leave the tent, it was so heavy. Because of my gut feeling to move the tent, at least two of our lives, if not three, were saved. None including myself. Being in the back corner, I’d have lived even if we hadn’t moved the tent."