[ Miracles ]
My six-year-old daughter and I were driving across Georgia, heading home to Texas. We were on the interstate, but in the middle of nowhere, really. I was cruising at about 70 miles an hour when all of the sudden the engine to my Cadillac flat-out died.
I pulled over to the side of the highway and tried restarting the car and to figure out what might be wrong. I had no idea.
We were stranded. No cell phone. One hundred thoughts passed through my head before I resigned myself to having to get out of the car and flag down some help. I felt like a sitting duck, and worse, feared for my daughter's safety as well.
Out we went and in no time, a man pulled over. As he came near the car he said, "This is a Cadillac -- I didn't recognize it when I pulled over."
Turns out that the man was the owner of the Cadillac dealership in the next town over!
He called a tow truck and in short order we were being taken care of by the only Cadillac dealership in a 90-mile radius.
The problem? A Cadillac recall item that I hadn't known about because I'd bought the car used. The repair was completely paid for by the automaker.
When I think of the odds of my car breaking down at that spot just minutes before the owner of a Cadillac dealership was to pass by there -- and the odds of him stopping -- I know there are no coincidences.