My neighborhood is a small community. Sometimes I feel like everyone know each other.

The other day I was in the supermarket with my family and there was a guy in front of us packing his bags. We had a lot of items we were buying so I started putting our things on the register.  I looked at the guy in front of us and noticed that he was limping a little. I was a little hesitant to offering my help. Actually, I didn’t offer. He finished packing, looked up and said ‘Good Night’. Which to me was a little strange.  People don’t usually speak. May smile but don’t speak. Well, it was strange.

So, there was a few muffled good nights. I just smiled a little and he left. A few seconds later my family and I came outside. My dad was about to call a taxi when I realize that a taxi was already there. I told my dad, there is a taxi already. And we flagged it down. And guess what? It turned out to be the same guy who was in the supermarket! And he pulled over and we crowed in his car.

But unlike any other taxi driver, he prayed first that we all would have a safe trip. And the trip home was safe and very inspirational. He testified about his mother and her healing. It turns out, God did so much for him that he was bubbling with joy and we turned out to be the perfect family for him to drive us home and testify of how good God is to him.

And we all praised God with him. He told of how his mother suffered with Alzheimer and it seem she wasn’t getting any better. And he went on a two-week fast only drinking water. And God really blessed his mother to recover. He felt great even though his leg was hurting from always sitting behind the wheel.

The day we got in his car was the day she begin to act her normal self again.

When we were departing, it was almost like family, parting.

Instead of just driving away, he helped us with the groceries inside. And told us he’ll see us in heaven if not again on earth.

‘I’ll see you in mansion number seven!” He said. To which my father said ‘And I’ll see you in mansion number eight’!