Several years ago, while I was in Cairo for a few weeks, I had an experience that made me delve into my true, spiritual identity. It was just after the Arab Spring, and I was visiting an Egyptian friend. One evening, she and I took a taxi to a restaurant. When it came time to pay, my wallet was nowhere to be found. We searched the restaurant and the street outside, but it was not there.

I had paid for the taxi, but it seemed that my wallet had not made it back into my pocket securely. There wasn’t any money in it, just credit and bank cards and my driver’s license. My friend paid for dinner and lent me some money. 

Back at my hotel, I told the desk clerk what had happened in case anyone called. How would they know where to call? Upon my arrival in Cairo, knowing that I would be using taxis a lot and that my hotel was on a quiet street that was somewhat difficult to find, I’d had the thought—an angel message from God—to put an Arabic version of my hotel’s business card in my wallet. That way I could easily show a taxi driver where I wanted to go. Anyone who found the wallet would see the card.