A few weeks ago, I did something I never do — I picked up a hitchhiker.
She wasn’t typical, if there is such a thing. She was older, maybe in her 70s.
While on my way to the market, she flagged me down as I approached the end of my street and asked if I would take her as far as I was going.
She said she had prayed for God to send someone, and that I was his answer, his “grace.”