What are the odds?

What are the odds?

The other day, my oldest son was pulling over a vehicle for a traffic violation. While examining the ID’s of the driver and the occupants, he discovered he knew one of the occupants as an SGA that he had grown up with but hadn’t seen for several years.

Standing there in full uniform he looked at her and said, “Do you remember me?” Wondering how she would know a cop, she looked him over carefully and said, “Well, the face is starting to look familiar and yeah, I think so...” then suddenly her mouth dropped and she shouted out his name. She promptly jumped out of the car, ran around to his side and gave him a huge hug, right there in front of everyone with the sound of the busy freeway nearby. Then she started talking about how sad it was about Ricky and the whole ordeal.

I think God wanted them to meet because she needed that consolation.