You never know what events, or years of divine timing will lead you to a miracle.
Our family met John on a cruise ship and we became friends. Over the next few years, we would phone him in Florida from our home in Oregon. On one of these calls, I spontaneously asked him for a family contact number, explaining that if I ever thought something was wrong at his home, we could make sure he was okay. He then gave us the number of his son in Utah, and we filed it away on our computer.
Several years later, I was talking to John and he was acting “oddly.” He was speaking in sentences that almost made sense, but something seemed off as he jumped from one odd topic to another one. I thought, “Maybe it is my imagination?” so to double check, I phoned him back twenty minutes later. Well, this call was odder than the first one.
I then hung up and phoned his son, a total stranger in Utah. I scrambled to make sense, saying: “Hi. You don’t know me, but I was talking to your father in Florida and he did not make sense. Do you know any of his neighbors who can check…
