A few years ago my twin brother and I decided to celebrate our birthday by attending a San Francisco 49ers football game at Candlestick Park in San Francisco, California. I was able to purchase two tickets.
We set out early Sunday morning from Sacramento for the 100-mile drive in my 1998 Chevrolet Metro, arriving at the stadium by 9:00. This gave us plenty of time to find a parking space and relax before the game. As we drove around, we noticed some convenient spaces right next to the stadium.
It was a beautiful, warm autumn day with a bright sky and little wind. We enjoyed watching all the fans arrive and visiting with our parking lot neighbors. Soon tailgate parties were under way, with barbecues, card tables, and other picnic equipment. As game time approached we opened our sack lunches and joined the crowd while listening to pregame activities on the radio. After lunch we hurried to the stadium.
It was an exciting game, and the outcome was uncertain until the last moment when the 49ers clinched the win with only a few seconds left. We knew there would be a mad rush of people to the exits, and we wanted to get a head start, so we left our seats before the final play. But our hopes of an early exit were dashed by what happened next.
Once in the car, I turned the ignition key. There was no response. I knew from previous experience that the ignition wire under the dash was probably loose again. I got under the dash to reconnect the wire, but was unable to find the proper connection.
It was after 5:00 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, and all the garages were closed. Even if we called AAA, where could they tow us? I had visions of spending the night in the car. We did not have a cell phone, so I set out to look for a pay phone. To my surprise, I saw a tow truck nearby, one of several stationed around the parking lot for emergencies such as ours. I spoke to the driver about my problem. He told me he had limited mechanical ability but was willing to try. The driver looked under the dash, but could not find where the wire should be connected. While we were talking, someone else came over and told the truck driver that he had a dead battery and needed help. I happened to mention to the stranger that I had a loose ignition wire and didn’t know how to reconnect it.“Hey, I think I can fix that,” the man said. He walked over to my car, got under the dash, and in two seconds emerged with a smile. I turned the key, and the engine roared to life. What a relief!
I was curious about how he knew what to do, so I asked, “How did you know where to connect that wire?”
“I ought to know, he said. “I own a Chevrolet garage.” Imagine, out of those 60,000 strangers, the one person who could help me had a dead battery and came right to my car. Perfect timing like that convinces me that God was “on duty” that day at Candlestick Park!
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