She hurried into the pharmacy, got the medicine, and hustled back to the car. Only then did she realize she’d locked her keys inside.
“Oh no!” Not giving up, she looked around for a tool. “Aha!” She spotted a rusty coat hanger. She tried to open the door. Failed.
“I don’t know how to do this. God, please, please, please send help!”
A moment later, a scraggly biker pulled up. “Lady, you need a hand?”
“Yes! My daughter is sick. I have the medicine, but I locked my keys in the car. Can you open it with this hanger?”
“Sure.” A few seconds later, the car door was open.
“Thank You, God, for sending such a nice man!”
“Lady, I’m not a nice man. I got out of prison yesterday. I did three years for car theft.”
She gave the man a hug and said,
“And thank You, God, for sending a professional!”