I got home on Saturday. Just. Normally I have a very high threshold for calling something a miracle, or at least declaring divine intervention. But I feel as though this satisfies my criteria.
I had booked a taxi for six am. By five past six when it hadn't turned up I was slightly annoyed. I called and they reassured me it was on the way. Ten minutes later I called again, knowing that check-in closed at seven and my taxi was still absent.
"Oh well actually, you see he's still twenty kilmoetres away, all the taxis are elsewhere or already at the airport. He will be there in twenty minutes or so." My frustration level grew, caught in indecision. Do I sink my hopes on a twice dodgy company?
Annoyed and desperate I shifted my way down to the street corner, in the hope that something might happen. Anything! And I definitely began praying that either my taxi would turn up, or another would at least spontaneously appear.
As six thrity rolled around I was getting stressed. And then, amazingly a taxi pulls in to the petrol station right next to me.
"Can I grab a ride?" I yelled desperately. It was not the taxi I had booked but I no longer cared. Graciously the driver said yes, and I hopped in while he filled up with petrol. "My taxi was meant to be here half an hour ago and I need to get to the airport."
The driver empathised with how annoying that was and then responded with. "You know, it's funny. I'd just dropped off my last passenger for the night. I finish at six. I just thought I'd duck in here for petrol, even though this isn't my usual station and I've never been to this servo before."
Anyway. I was thankful, he earned a tip. I got to the airport with ten minutes to spare and I have shaken the dust off the feet of that dodgy taxi company. I don't know what your threshold for miracles is. I don't usually think that Gods primary care is traffic flow management, but to me, then and there. I think it counts.
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