I know, how terribly cliche`. But I honestly have no other way to explain it. When leaving my friends house at around 3 a.m., the key to my van stuck in the tumbler, causing the car not to start, this occasionally happens but usually fixes itself within a few minutes. Well this time, it wasn't working, and after about 8 minutes of struggling, I finally took the key out and held it in my hand, closed my eyes and whispered "Please, please, please, help. Please." I breathe out and stuck the key into the ignition once again, and the car started, I nearly jumped for joy. While driving down the street, I say "Thank you, whoever 'you' are". I don't know if this was divine intervention or coincidence, but I felt pretty relieved. And left me curious whose up there, and what they think and how they choose what prayers to answer, if that is even what happened.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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