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I'm not much for religion, but I have had a sense of faith for a few decades now. I call it more knowing how to relax and put things beyond my control into god's hands than I would actually believing in a god, but this is not really about me or my individual idea of faith. I just needed to throw that out there at the outset because it is somewhat pertinent with what follows.
About 10 years ago mom and dad were visiting Australia. Abut an hour before heading to the Airport, as they packed their clothes and prepared to leave the hotel room, they realized the envelope containing their passports and other valuable paperwork was missing. Dad, did his usual thing: tore the room apart, searched the car, and paced frantically trying to remember when he last had that damned envelope. Mom, dealt with it much more calmly. She called the hotel desk and put the word out that her paperwork was missing. Then she prayed.
Apparently, when dad returned to the room and saw my mom just sitting there, he flipped his lid. Said, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you not looking for our passports?"
Mom says she simply told him that she was praying. Dad probably mocked her, and then continued on with his frantic search, checking everything again, probably for a third time. When that turned fruitless, he made a deal with my mom. "If your praying works, I'll start going to church."
Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. Hotel desk apparently called the airport. Guess what? Airport lost and found had been in possession of mom and dad's passport for two weeks. They had either dropped it there or left it on the counter when they arrived. L&F was apparently waiting for someone to show up to claim it.
Well, dad honored his promise. I called today to wish them a happy new year, and they had to run after a few minutes. They were going to church. Mom says dad hasn't missed a Sunday since that day.
About 10 years ago mom and dad were visiting Australia. Abut an hour before heading to the Airport, as they packed their clothes and prepared to leave the hotel room, they realized the envelope containing their passports and other valuable paperwork was missing. Dad, did his usual thing: tore the room apart, searched the car, and paced frantically trying to remember when he last had that damned envelope. Mom, dealt with it much more calmly. She called the hotel desk and put the word out that her paperwork was missing. Then she prayed.
Apparently, when dad returned to the room and saw my mom just sitting there, he flipped his lid. Said, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you not looking for our passports?"
Mom says she simply told him that she was praying. Dad probably mocked her, and then continued on with his frantic search, checking everything again, probably for a third time. When that turned fruitless, he made a deal with my mom. "If your praying works, I'll start going to church."
Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. Hotel desk apparently called the airport. Guess what? Airport lost and found had been in possession of mom and dad's passport for two weeks. They had either dropped it there or left it on the counter when they arrived. L&F was apparently waiting for someone to show up to claim it.
Well, dad honored his promise. I called today to wish them a happy new year, and they had to run after a few minutes. They were going to church. Mom says dad hasn't missed a Sunday since that day.