“What in the world is going on, Jack?” he asked. “You were doing twenty in a fifty-five-mile an-hour zone.” “Reb, I’m close to two months behind in house payments,” I replied. “At sixty days, it reverts to rent; after that, my place is gone.” Without a word, he gave me his entire two-week paycheck. Mind you, Rebel had a wife and a child to support. “Rebel, I have no way to pay you back right now,” I said. “You’ll figure something out, Jack; catch up on your payments.” His selfless act of kindness saved my home, but that’s not the point. Many whom I have told this story to have since said it was a coincidence, him passing me that particular day on the highway. God doesn’t make coincidences. He placed Rebel there, right then, when He needed to show He existed; all I had to do was ask….”

 “From that day forward, life became better, not less weird, or easier, but better. Signs are all around if you pay attention. I am never alone and haven’t been since that day on the highway.” Pages 172 and 173 The Path of Kokopelli 

 You want to know the truly unique part of the above passage? The only word fabricated is Jack’s name; replace it with Steve. “Now you know the rest of the story,” as Paul Harvey used to say.

 This has actually happened to me more than once. An old man from California owned the cabin next to me; he was in poor health, California was far, and he only got to visit a week or so a year, but he loved the place dearly, so I kept it up for him. When he passed, I had a chance to buy it; people I had lived by for years conspired with some Texan neighbors to buy it out from under me. Remember, God doesn’t make mistakes; situations don’t just happen; I know. The old man’s daughter called from California and gave them up. She knew I loved the land because she watched for years while I busted my butt, caring for two places. She would sell only to me, California, Texas, and Missouri; worlds apart, what a coincidence. Oh yea, God doesn’t make coincidences, plus money to buy the place magically came together.

 How’s that for two true stories on coincidence and saving grace? As far as the real estate goes, it’s all His anyway, right? Later, Steve.