One day I was in the checkout line at the local supermarket...

One day I was in the checkout line at the local supermarket, with my handbag resting on top of the goods in the trolley. I turned my head for a few seconds to look at something, and when I reached for my handbag it was not there. The cashier saw a handbag on the floor of the next aisle and ran to retrieve it. It was mine, but the purse containing money, keys, credit cards, and so forth was missing.

We quickly telephoned the police, bank, and so on. While I was awaiting the arrival of the police, I looked for the quietest corner I could find in the mall to pray about the situation.

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July 13, 1992
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