Cheers
Cheers
My grandmother prayed for God to provide a way for them to get back home. The next morning she received a letter informing them that their bid on a Corps of Engineers contract to maintain a park had been accepted. They’d be paid quarterly, and the first check was enclosed. It was enough to buy a truck, a camp trailer to live in, and make the move.
No one had submitted a bid - no one was even familiar with the process or the position. I would be the first to propose that someone in the family bid on their behalf, but they later learned that the bid had both my grandparents’ signatures on it. My grandfather was in the hospital when the bid was submitted, and my grandmother maintained that she’d never seen the paper before getting a check in the mail for the rest of her life.
First thing I thought about was they might have applied and just forgot (I registered "grandfather"/"grandmother" as older people, though now I realize it might not have been so, as you were a two year old, so they might as well have been into their forties).
I don’t pray to anything. Good things and bad things happen to me. I don’t mind thanking supernatural parties— but they never leave their card!
Maybe I am a favorite of Odin? I do really like crows.