Divine Intervention
One afternoon, a woman rushed to the pharmacy to get medicine for her sick daughter. When she returned to her car, her heart sank—she’d locked the keys inside.
On the ground nearby, she spotted an old, rusty coat hanger. She picked it up, looked at it helplessly, and said aloud, “Lord, I don’t know how to use this. Please send me some help.”
Within minutes, a rumbling motorcycle pulled up. Off climbed a bearded fellow in a leather vest and a skull rag. He looked a little rough around the edges, but he asked kindly, “Need a hand?”
“Yes, please!” the woman said. “My daughter’s sick, and I’ve locked the keys in the car. Can you use this hanger to open it?”
“Sure thing,” the man replied. In less than a minute, the door was unlocked.
The woman threw her arms around him, tears in her eyes. “Thank You, God, for sending me such a nice man!”
The biker chuckled and said, “Lady, I’m not really a nice man. I just got out of prison yesterday… for car theft.”
Without hesitation, she hugged him again and sobbed, “Oh, thank You, Lord! You even sent me a professional!”
