You know, there have been several instances where I have felt like there was something out there watching over me. One of the biggest events in my life was the following........................
I was orphaned at age 8, and my Grandparents took in myself and my sister. They took care of us for a few years, but when we got to be teenagers, they put us into foster care.
Well, the family that I was placed with was fairly affluent. I also knew that it cost the family zero dollars to keep me, because they would reimburse the family for expenses like clothes and school supplies for me, as well as gave them a monthly stipend for food and regular stuff.
Well.................after a year or so, I noticed that Kenny (their son) was always getting new clothes, while I had to take on his hand me downs (we were the same size). I did a bit of investigating, and found out that Sandy (the mother) was submitting receipts for Kenny's clothes, and passing them off as being for me.
That didn't sit too well with me, and I decided to run away. Well, I tried 2 times, and ended up being sent back each time. The third time I ran away, my social worker told me that if I didn't go back, I would be on my own. So, I went to the bus station to catch the bus back to Missoulla (was in Helena at the time, where my social worker was). So, I went to the station, but for some reason, the bus was running early, and I just missed it by about 5 min. I called my social worker back and told him what happened, and he told me to wait for the next bus back.
I didn't really want to go, so I asked the ticket agent how much for a bus to Chicago. He said 300 dollars, and because I didn't have that much, I asked where the next bus was headed to. He said Great Falls (where my Grandparents were). I asked how much, and had enough to buy a ticket and have a few bucks left over. Rode the bus to Great Falls, and then started to hike out to Vaughn (small town just outside of Great Falls). Came upon the truck stop at the edge of town, and stopped in for a quick bite to eat. By the way, by this time it was around 1:00 am, and there were very few people around.
Well, I finished my meal and started to walk across the parking lot, when 3 college kids pulled up and asked if I needed a ride (this was the early 80's, and in Montana, people still did that then). They told me they were going to Missoulla, and would take me as far as that if I wanted, but I said no, Vaughn would be far enough (11 miles away).
They dropped me off in Vaughn and I spent the night in the school playground. Got up around 7:00 am and went and knocked on my Grandmother's door. She opened it, asked what I was doing there. I told her I ran away. She then asked if I was hungry, and I got breakfast.
Now.................this might sound like an unremarkable tale of some kid running away from home, but I feel it was more like God asking me if I really wanted to go back with my Grandparents, because He'd be willing to send me back to the foster family. That is what I feel about the college kids that gave me a ride.
If I had gone back, the foster family program would have given me a full ride to college, my choice of programs, as long as I maintained a B average (easy for me). But, if I went back to my Grandparents, I wouldn't get a college education, because they didn't have the money.
Fully knowing what the two paths led to, I chose my Grandparents. And, because of that, I had no way to go to college, so I joined the Navy and made it into a full blown career and am now retired.
Probably the best choice I ever made, and I feel that God laid it at my feet, asking me which direction I wanted to go.